It's a week today that my Dad fell off of a ladder onto a solid oak table and onto a concrete floor after losing his balance trying to cut back a tree. He sustained a significant head injury, broken rib, broken sternum and fractures in his spine. After putting him in an induced coma because he was agitated, he underwent surgery to cut a piece of his skull out to allow the brain to swell as it hadn't gone down after 6 hours and there was also some bleeding. The surgery was a success and they have slowly reduced the sedation and changed his method of ventilation so I believe he is part breathing himself.
After his fall, he was knocked out but when he came round managed to get up and walk to the door (he fell in the neighbours garden) and answer questions when he was sat down and all the questions the paramedics asked in the ambulance.
The CT scan came back with more brain damage than they had anticipated and they suspect he may be paralysed down his left side and have had to prepare us for the worst.
He had an MRI scan yesterday and also has an infection which they are controlling with cool towels and paracetamol. They have sent cultures off twice as this all happened during the Bank holiday. We still don't know where the infection is and I'm hoping to get MRI results today.
He has responded to squeeze my hand for me the first time being on Monday. He keeps raising his right hand to his tubes and putting it back down. On Tuesday, I asked him to squeeze my hand if he needed to be coughed and he did. Twice! His pupils are displaying and I've seen him move his head and neck. I can see him inside if that makes sense, like he wants to wake and it's like he knows we're there but can't wake. That's how it appears to me.
They put him on a little sedative to keep him still for his MRI scan which took 4 hours and they've got him on Fentanyl (?) to ease the pain/uncomfortableness of the tubes.
I'm a complete mess and I'm trying to keep it together for the sake of my 10 month old but I'm falling apart. I love my Dad so much and it's heartbreaking. I'm trying to remain positive because being a mess isn't going to help my Dad or my family get through this. I'm clinging to hope. I just want him to wake up. I've been up everyday which is difficult because I can't take my baby into the ICU ward. I talk to him and have even downloaded the music I know he likes to play to him. I just can't stop breaking down.
I just wanted to know any similar experiences and if you're going through the same thing then you're not alone. I just feel better writing this down. Thank you for reading if you make it to here.