I Don’t Even Know Where To Begin
That sickness that was in question a couple of weeks ago has totally consumed our lives since. On Labor Day Matt skipped the hunt and came home. He was still running a low grade temp and by this point was out of breath from a walk from his truck to the house. Yaya came to our house and we went to ER where he was admitted that evening with double pneumonia. His o2 level was in the low 90s so they put him on some oxygen and I went home to stay with the girls.
He traveled by ambulance and I drove. I was terrified but I saw this truck that stayed in front of me and I had a gut feeling it would be ok. He was coming with us. I knew I had lots of people praying. My neighbor had a meal train organized for 10 days and also send a care basket with me to the hospital.
He was admitted to the step down floor but within 5 hours they had him transferred to the ICU and every doc we saw that first day said he was more than likely going to end up on a ventilator. But God was moving and within 36 hours he was off that mask, on a high flow nasal cannula and eating. The docs here really didn’t do more for treatment than the docs in Bossier but they were definitely more thorough with their testing. I’m not sure if it was Matt’s mind easing about being in the right place, just the fact that it was more time, or a combination of both but I truly think his recovery was nothing short of a miracle. If nothing else at the point we left we didn’t know which way it would go and we were in the right place if he hasn’t been lucky. The support by our friends and family was completely overwhelming. We literally had hundreds of people praying for him and I have a list of 33 thank yous to write for people that stopped by with food. My step-mom says God healed him because the prayers got too noisy. Whatever it was he’s getting better and we cannot be more thankful. He’s got a long way to recovery but he started physical therapy and they are slowly decreasing oxygen
And laughing with friends is always the best medicine.
(Nana dressed them for tacky tourist day)
We have decided I’m going home next Friday with or without him. Of course we are praying (and I think there’s a chance) he will come with me by or maybe even before then. I want to be with him and hear every word the doctors say and help through recovery but I know the girls need me too. He will most likely still need oxygen at home and the doc has warned recovery will take months but he’s ready to fight and get back to his family.
The next morning I got there to him in a full face oxygen mask, barely able to speak and definitely not able to get out of the bed because his o2 levels had dropped in to the low 70s several times overnight and they had to fight to get it back up. The next couple of days are kind of a blur. Despite starting antibiotics and increased oxygen his x-ray kept getting worse. The doc assured us that sometimes the x-ray doesn’t clear up quickly but I knew it didn’t feel right and requested a consult with a pulmonologist and cardiologist. And within hours of those consults his pneumonia diagnosis was changed to ARDS and he was moved to the step-down (one level below ICU) floor. This was Thursday and he was VERY sick. I’ve watched him through a blood infection and open heart surgery but this was the first time I’ve ever really been scared of how this was going to go. Yaya came everyday and Capn came several times. My Dad and Nana were with the girls and Jen, Ryan, Chad, Rachel and Josh and Hailey all came to see him over the weekend. Mainly to check on him but I think we can all admit we were terrified. By Saturday he just wasn’t doing better so we decided it was time to make a move to Houston. He was at a point where if he got any worse we were not at a facility that would have the care he needed and to be honest we didn’t have a lot of trust in the hospital we were in. The people were nice but they aren’t equipped with the latest technology. So Jen and Ryan brought the girls by, Matt pulled a tooth 😉 and we said goodbye before going to Houston for who knows how long.
He traveled by ambulance and I drove. I was terrified but I saw this truck that stayed in front of me and I had a gut feeling it would be ok. He was coming with us. I knew I had lots of people praying. My neighbor had a meal train organized for 10 days and also send a care basket with me to the hospital.
He was admitted to the step down floor but within 5 hours they had him transferred to the ICU and every doc we saw that first day said he was more than likely going to end up on a ventilator. But God was moving and within 36 hours he was off that mask, on a high flow nasal cannula and eating. The docs here really didn’t do more for treatment than the docs in Bossier but they were definitely more thorough with their testing. I’m not sure if it was Matt’s mind easing about being in the right place, just the fact that it was more time, or a combination of both but I truly think his recovery was nothing short of a miracle. If nothing else at the point we left we didn’t know which way it would go and we were in the right place if he hasn’t been lucky. The support by our friends and family was completely overwhelming. We literally had hundreds of people praying for him and I have a list of 33 thank yous to write for people that stopped by with food. My step-mom says God healed him because the prayers got too noisy. Whatever it was he’s getting better and we cannot be more thankful. He’s got a long way to recovery but he started physical therapy and they are slowly decreasing oxygen
And laughing with friends is always the best medicine.
We miss our kids like crazy but Pops and Nana had them last week, Pops and Jen will have them next week and Hailey has them this weekend.
(Nana dressed them for tacky tourist day)
We have decided I’m going home next Friday with or without him. Of course we are praying (and I think there’s a chance) he will come with me by or maybe even before then. I want to be with him and hear every word the doctors say and help through recovery but I know the girls need me too. He will most likely still need oxygen at home and the doc has warned recovery will take months but he’s ready to fight and get back to his family.
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