On the 28th August this year my 12 year old son stepped into the road in the path of an on coming car. The driver had no time to stop.
He hit the windscreen with his head. Medics were on the scene very quickly and he was put into a chemically induced coma at the scene.
His icu's were unstable for 6 days..he was paralysed and ventilated in intensive care whilst he stabilised.
He fractured his skull and obtained a small fracture in his eye socket. The fractures didn't require treatment.
Amazingly there were no other broken bones and no spinal or organ damage. He just had a bump and scrape on his temple and a few bruises.
We were told that his brain scan showed no damage but they couldn't be sure.
When he was woken he recognised all his family and once drugs had worn off passed his neuro and physical tests with flying colours.
He is a little tired but very much himself and attending school part time at present. Amazing relief.
I'm struggling to believe that there isn't going to be something long term for us to deal with. I can't get the image of him in intensive care out of my head. I could have lost him...but I didn't. The desperate wait for him to be woken and then the joy of being told he seems fine is strange. The Drs told me he was extremely lucky. I'm not back to work yet..on unpaid leave. Everyone else has gone back to normal just pleased he seems fine. I can't seem to move on..I'm stuck back in icu watching the nurses keep him stable...being allowed to wash him and help them...willing him to wake up and know who his mum is. I can't seem to cry. It's all so bizarre.