When we arrived, rushed and scared, chasing the helicopter to Primary Children's Medical Center, we had no idea what to expect. Our baby girl was critically injured, and they weren't sure she would make it through. Our lives were turned around the instant she went through the window. We didn't know what would happen next. This was not on the schedule. We would have cancelled it even if it was.
We begged someone to give us an idea of how long she would be here, and were stunned when a nurse said kindly, "Plan on being here for the rest of the month at least." The month grew to two when we were told that her skull flap would not be put back in for six to eight weeks, and we would likely stay in the hospital that whole time. Family and neighbors mobilized as we started making plans for a long-term crisis.
And even when she does get to go home, it will be all different, we thought, because she isn't moving very well - especially not that right side.
Guess what she did today? She walked by herself. This is not on the schedule, but I don't care!