You know, it's really nice to have this blog so that I can vent and just talk about things that I'm feeling. The past 2 days have been so crazy with all of the events and findings. I was so full of all kinds of emotion. I was of course.. happy, mad, sad, and most of all SCARED. I could tell you the ins and outs of Dude's little heart. I know all of the things he has, and all of the things he doesn't have. I know where everything goes, and whether or not it should go there; if God put it there with his own hands or through a surgeon. I could tell you where every single freckle is on his whole body. I could tell you how big his pupils are, exactly what shade of blue they are. I know where every single tooth is and just by looking at his face can tell if they had been brushed. I know every little detail about his whole body except for one... his brain. So when they gave me the news, I was more scared of the unknown than anything else. What does this mean?What do we do?Where do we go from here? There is something scary about the unknown. Through out the years of dealing with all of this, of course among all other complications that could occur stroke was always on the list and was just something I would never consider. None of them were.
I think in life, the scariest part of life, is the part that we are uncertain of. This has been no different. Now, I have a little bit of a handle on things. I got to see the actual strokes on the CT scan and all of the doctors explained everything to me. There is a difference between a stroke in an adult and a stroke in children. The biggest difference is this: You can't teach an old dog new tricks. When an adult has a stroke it is very difficult to reroute the electrical highways. In children, those highways aren't exactly worn in yet so the electrodes can stray and find a different way much easier. Since there is still a lot of development in Dominic's brain still happening, this will be a lot easier to get through than if it were me.
Today he is already moving his right side exceptionally more often than yesterday which makes the doctors very hopeful. Swelling in his brain is the worst between 48 and 72 hours. With swelling comes lack of blood flow, so if he still isn't getting enough blood to those parts of his brain and he is gaining strength, those are positive signs. He keeps yelling out of frustration because talking is so hard for him again. We will most likely have to learn how to say a lot of words over again. We will be here for a while with his heart, and then a little longer for rehabilitation.
Everyone stay hopeful and positive! We are all going to have to do this the same way we always have... together!!! They say that it takes a village and let me tell you how thankful I am to have such an amazing village on my side. Every single one of you reading this has a special relationship with me and Dude and every single one of you has helped to make him the warrior he is today. Dude is stronger than all of us and that right there is the reason that he has been chosen for all of this. God doesn't give us more than we can handle and obviously, Dude can handle a lot!!
We are all gearing up for the first Oregon game of the season and I know it is going to make Dude feel at home when he hears the game on and all of us saying OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOduring kick off. Thanks for keeping up with us... things are going to be just fine.