The first night we sat with the neurosurgeon she gave us a few of the standard lines from neurological injury: it’s a marathon not a sprint. It will get worse before gets better.
Last night marked 72 hours the critical point. Though we probably understood it at the time I don’t think our brains allowed us to filter what they were actually saying. That this was the window where we might lose him.
All along even under sedation with the paralytics it is clear that his physical responses have been strong. When they lighten the sedation he rises quickly responding with squeezing of hands wiggling of toes.
Today they removed the paralytics. G sent me this text: Eyes open, hand squeezing, toe wiggling, and head shaking/nodding answers.
For 23.5 hours almost nothing and then boom.
Zoe woke up in the middle of the night with a fever. I won’t be going to the hospital today. It’s hard to be away.
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