Our Journey to Recovery Begins

Saturday, October 28

We were both sick to our stomachs waiting to see how Drew did through the night. The nurses had our phone numbers, so we went with the "no news is good news" approach, but the walk from the hotel room to the PICU was terrifying. Did he pull through surgery okay?

He had a CT scan done early that morning, but being a weekend, we had to wait for the radiologist and neurosurgeon to read the results. Around noon, the neurosurgeon reported that they got about 50% of the hemorrhage and the remaining blood was too deep into the brain tissue to risk further surgery, so we would have to let his brain absorb the remaining blood, monitor his progress and take the "wait and see" approach. Fortunately, Drew responded slightly to pain and his eyes responded appropriately - a "better than expected" response from the neurosurgeon.

Our friends, Brian and Kelly, watched Alyssa for the day so that my mom could visit us in New Orleans. Ryan and I took turns with naps, spent as much time with Drew as possible and forced ourselves to leave the hospital during shift change and get a bite to eat.

We have no clue how long we will be here. Weeks? Months? It's just too soon to tell.