Jeez.

I mean, jeez…

and by jeez I mean, holy frickin hell!

Hi, friends of the internets… SuzyG here, reporting live from my new home here at Primary Children’s Medical Center, where Deacon and I have been holed up for the last week.

Deacon fell off of our bed last Monday night and whacked his head a good one. Good enough to apparently cause some blood in the brain. And that blood decided to clot… clot like a nice little cork right in the channel where his brain fluid is supposed to drain. So there is all kinds of pressure in his sweet little noggin… his noggin which now sports a nice drainage tube. Yes, that’s right, there is tubing coming out of my baby’s head. And this tubing drains off pinkish-tinted stuff that Jachin likes to call “brain juice”, and it drips and collects in a baggie. A baggie that they just throw our when it gets full.

It is just about the saddest thing you’ve ever seen.

Other than when he had to wear a tiny neck brace for the first three days here…

(pics of all of this later… the hospital computer isn’t really set up for awesome blogging.)

Also, little Deacon has a spy name. It was the name given to him in the trauma ward when he came in (by ambulance, by the way). They give weird names to each of the incoming patients before real names are collected and put into the computer. His name is “CSquareMiami”, which I think is actually cooler than his real name. So I am calling him CSquareMiami from now on. The funny thing is that it took them 5 days to get his real name into the computer. So I’d get calls on the room phone from doctors and nurses saying “Is this CSquareMiami’s mom?”

But yeah, we’ve been here a week so far. If I had to give you one-word description of how Deac and I feel, it would have to be “weary”. I am weary. Deac is weary. We are sad and worn down and feeling a little beaten… a little of the fight has been sucked out of us. The last 7 days are a blur of crying and whimpering and CT scans and MRIs and doctors who all start looking the same (except for Dr. Kestle… he’s the man). One day bleeds slowly into the next, and all the days’ edges seemed faded and worn. The only way I know for sure how long we’ve been here is to hold my ever-growing hairy leg stubble up in the sunlight and see how long the shadows cast. (However, this method is less than totally accurate since I didn’t shave my legs the day of the falling incident.)

I have so much to tell you, internets. Stuff is oozing out of me like a leaky IV. But for tonight I am too tired. Too worn.

Too weary.

More to come… but pray for us, internets. Deac and I are ready to go home.

8 Comments »

1. Oh my heck-how scary! I am so sorry-Is there anything I can do for you? Watch your kids-pick them up/take them to school? What can I do to help you? I hope all goes well-you and Deacon will be in my prayers-Please let me know if I can do ANYTHING-ok?

   Comment by jolynn mccormick — October 5, 2009 @ 6:37 pm

2. Oh boy. I hope he’s okay, and you, and all of you.

   Comment by braine — October 6, 2009 @ 3:35 am

3. In the mist of everything going on with the heartache of your son and the hours you are spending by his side….it’s amazing that you still have the humor. I love reading you posts you always make me laugh. I hope all goes well for you and your family. We are praying for you and Deac’s safe return home.

   Comment by Lisa — October 6, 2009 @ 4:17 am

4. I hope you see this message and know that we are all thinking of you, and sending you some fight. Hang in there!

   Comment by Diana — October 6, 2009 @ 6:56 am

5. Me and my giant pumpkin pie and can of readi whip love you. I will get it to you I promise! IT will happen.

   Comment by Shahara — October 6, 2009 @ 7:12 am

6. I called the Columbus, OH temple today. You all continue to be in our prayers!

   Comment by Joan — October 6, 2009 @ 12:16 pm

7. i’m so incredibly sorry hun.
   i’m gonna try to make it up to see you,
   will you email me your room number?
   and what can i bring you?
   food? cupcakes? razors? deoderant? toothbrush?
   anything! you name it, it’s yours.
   (((biglove)))

   Comment by jenica — October 7, 2009 @ 7:29 am

8. I like that Jenica. Cupcakes are a must, all babies and mums need cupcakes to feel better.
   *hugs and smooches*
   kk

   Comment by Nerak — October 8, 2009 @ 4:02 am

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