Like I said, the time in the hospitals only feels like a blur, one raw emotional roller coaster I am not sure I can clearly recall. Friday brought intense pain for Jenny. She began writing a bit, asking simple questions like "What did I do?" and "Babies?" She would tell us she loved us by making the sign for it. (This was something that my nieces did with her and my mother very often). It was very difficult on all of us. She wanted so badly to be extubated (have the ventilator tube removed). My mother told her she was allowed to use whatever words she wanted to after Jenny wrote some very interesting things on the paper about that tube... For Bella, Friday brought more of the same. She was still not responding and sleeping. There was talk that Aleacia and Sophia would be able to go home the next day.
There were so many people who came to support our family. They brought food and shared tears. My parents were so blessed by this I believe. People cleaned my parents' home, took care of the pets, brought clothes and even replaced the sump pump in the basement (clearly this would have been a highly inconvenient time for the basement to flood...).
I remember realizing just how special my sister and her family were to so many people and again pleading to God to heal them.
Saturday dawned after a night of excruciating pain for Jenny. I had begged the nurse on Friday night to mix her a good cocktail. They finally got the right combination and she was able to be "comfortable" for a few hours. It was so awful to watch her be in so much pain. I wanted to take it from her. She went in for surgery on her left femur on Saturday morning. She had a large metal plate attached with 13 screws put in the outerside of her left leg running from the top of her thigh to her knee. She had several other screws put in to attach the pieces of the bone that shattered back together. Given the circumstances, the surgeon said that all went well. He expected a few months in a wheelchair at least. Also, we had hopes for the tube to be removed on Saturday, but Jenny was still holding low blood counts. They were still watching her internal bleeding. She would have to endure another day of that.
Aleacia and Sophia were allowed to go home Saturday afternoon. They left with Matthew's parents to be with them at their house.
Isabella was still unresponsive. They did remove the head bandage, so I was able to see the incision and the drainage tube. The top portion of her hair was shaved and I could see a ridge in her forehead from the fracture. The swelling in her face had receeded, but she was still very black and blue between her eyes. We arrived at the hospital on Saturday morning with high hopes that we would see the tube come out and that Bella would show signs of progress. Saturday left us unfulfilled. I questioned when I would feel peace about coming back to Georgia.
There were so many people who came to support our family. They brought food and shared tears. My parents were so blessed by this I believe. People cleaned my parents' home, took care of the pets, brought clothes and even replaced the sump pump in the basement (clearly this would have been a highly inconvenient time for the basement to flood...).
I remember realizing just how special my sister and her family were to so many people and again pleading to God to heal them.
Saturday dawned after a night of excruciating pain for Jenny. I had begged the nurse on Friday night to mix her a good cocktail. They finally got the right combination and she was able to be "comfortable" for a few hours. It was so awful to watch her be in so much pain. I wanted to take it from her. She went in for surgery on her left femur on Saturday morning. She had a large metal plate attached with 13 screws put in the outerside of her left leg running from the top of her thigh to her knee. She had several other screws put in to attach the pieces of the bone that shattered back together. Given the circumstances, the surgeon said that all went well. He expected a few months in a wheelchair at least. Also, we had hopes for the tube to be removed on Saturday, but Jenny was still holding low blood counts. They were still watching her internal bleeding. She would have to endure another day of that.
Aleacia and Sophia were allowed to go home Saturday afternoon. They left with Matthew's parents to be with them at their house.
Isabella was still unresponsive. They did remove the head bandage, so I was able to see the incision and the drainage tube. The top portion of her hair was shaved and I could see a ridge in her forehead from the fracture. The swelling in her face had receeded, but she was still very black and blue between her eyes. We arrived at the hospital on Saturday morning with high hopes that we would see the tube come out and that Bella would show signs of progress. Saturday left us unfulfilled. I questioned when I would feel peace about coming back to Georgia.
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