This blog has been the thought after many long nights of deep prayer, days full of uncertainty, and weeks of wondering if I could make it through the current trail I had been given.
To start off,
I am 25 years old. I was born in Littleton, CO but moved to Utah when I was very young. I have grown up in the Orem/Provo area for the majority of my life and have come to love it. I recently was offered a Full-Day Kindergarten positing at a new Arts-Integrated charter school in Las Vegas, NV. We will be moving there by the end of the month (yes less than two weeks---more like a week and a half).
I am both extremely excited and terrified. This will be my first ever teaching job after having graduated from college in April in Elementary Education. I have been given countless reasons why we should go and take on this new challenge and adventure but I'm still terrified and hit a wall that scares me to death. This is a normal occurrence, it happens every time some big life change is taking place. We'll get there, we'll make it.
I am the happy mother of one amazing little 5 month old. He was named after the great Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain who fought in the civil war. Seeing as Jo Chamberlain didn't go back Joshua neither does our son, who has taken after him as Lawrence. He is the best thing that could have happened to our family and we couldn't see it any other way.
Now that I have introduced myself I'll get down to the real reason I have decided to start this blog. I need an outlet. I need a place where I can openly, without fear of retort, express my frustrations, the good, the bad, the ugly of having a husband with a severe brain injury.
A little back story:
My husband was 16 when it happened.
He was hanging out with some friends and was sitting and talking to one of them on the back of a car. His other friend was in the cab of the car with an underage driver teaching her what goes on within the car and suggesting that she take the car for a spin around the block. Unbeknownst to his friend, my husband was still sitting on the trunk. You can imagine what happened next. The acceleration, instead of throwing my husband off the car, somehow through him under narrowly escaping the crushing blow of the tires. He was knocked back and forth between the underside of the car and the pavement like a pinball in the batman pinball machine when you hit the jackpot.
When his friend had recovered to the scene my husband was drenched in blood, soaking straight through to his friend holding on to him as he cried out in pain.
His parents being only a block or two away, heard his cries and rushed over as soon as they had called an ambulance.
While heading to the hospital his heart stopped before being resuscitated back to life. It was a long few minutes until they at last reached the hospital. Once they got him checked into the hospital, as he was convulsing from loss of blood and from shock, the doctor's had decided the he would need immediate surgery to correct the three fractures he now had in his skull, the blood vessels that had popped in his eye, and a severed artery in his nose.
Before I go on, I must tell you that I am a devout Latter-Day Saint (mormon) and we believe that our brethen or the men of the church, hold the same priesthood that Christ did when he was on the earth for his mortal ministry. I believe this part of the story to be true and the work of God.
Before Matt was to be admitted to surgery his father had arrived with one of his counselors from the bishopric (a place of authority in the LDS church). They quickly collected themselves and his father placed his hands upon my husband's head to give him a blessing. (A blessing is much like a prayer, it is given for one of two reason; for comfort or for healing) As his father gave him a blessing, he felt a literally power flow through him into my husband. Moments later, after the prayer was finished, the doctor's came to check on him to see what their next action would be. I believe that by the very act of God that my husband's skull fractures had come together which meant he would no longer need surgery.
After they admitted him into the ICU for only a few days before directing him to Outpatient after "healing" much faster than the doctor's had anticipated. They had thought he would be in the hospital for months with countless hours and days of physical and psychological therapy. The doctor's said he had a small amount of bruising on the brain, but nothing to fret about. fAfter only 9 days was he discharged and sent home.
After that, nothing seemed out the ordinary. He seemed to be healing rapidly and developing into the man he had always wanted to be. He eventually dedicated two year of his life to being a missionary for the LDS church where he thrived. He met amazing people, those interested in the church and those who weren't. He was made district and zone leaders and couldn't have been more happy with those two years spent, dedicating himself to the Lord.
After he came home things started to change.
For one thing, we started dating, which was a great thing because I had wanted to date him for the long time (but that's for another time)
Look for Post 2, my fingers got tired.
No comments:
Post a Comment