Wednesday night, my phone rang from a strange number I didn't recognize. Typically, I don't answer those calls, but my gut told me I wanted this one.
On the other end was a lady from the fire department letting me know that Trey had fallen at work off the pole they slide down. Over the past few days, I've gotten differing stories but the general consensus is that he fell at least 12 or more feet, and landed on his back on the cement floor.
I rushed to the emergency room and sprinted in to check on him. Fear consumed me. Was he paralyzed? Was I ever going to hear his voice again? I was so utterly terrified.
To my surprise, I walked in to watching him wiggle his toes as the doctor examined him. My heart skipped a beat. I was so thrilled to see that tiny movement I once took for granted.
He was in severe pain, and we had a difficult time getting help to manage it while in the emergency room.
Finally, about 6 hours later, and after lots of tears and pain, they got us moved to a regular hospital room, and Trey was put on a pump so that he could better control his pain.
While in the ER we found out that his L1 vertebrae was broken, as well as a hairline fracture on his ankle.
Since then, we've been fighting an uphill battle.
My husband is not one to be in pain easily. He played several football cames in high school WITHOUT his arm attached completely to his body (his shoulder was severely dislocated). Clearly, it takes a lot for him to be in pain.
To watch him cry and scream in such agony is like ripping my heart out and stomping it on the ground.
He's was given high doses of morphine in an attempt to relieve his pain. His back has been spasming non stop for the last 48 hours and causing him so much more pain as his entire body flexes around his injury.
The morphine made him itch severely and also caused tons of nausea. His blood pressure bottomed out twice last night and they had to pump him full of fluids. Such scary moments.
This afternoon, they decided to put a filter in to try and prevent blood clots from spreading to his lungs and causing a pulmonary embolism. They can't put him on blood thinners due to the risk for him to need surgery.
During this procedure, they gave him more morphine to control his excessive pain, and he went into respiratory distress.
They have now moved him to the intensive care unit, and we are fighting to get his oxygen levels back up.
Just know that life can change in an instant. The things I prayed for Tuesday night seem irrelevant today. I just want to see my husband smile again.
I know God is in control and I'm trusting that he's watching over Trey and that our fate is in his hands. There is a little more going on in our life that I don't care to share right now, but I'm asking for your prayers.
Please remember Trey and the journey ahead as you pray. Pray for the surgeon and doctor's to act with wisdom that only God can give them, and please pray for strength for me. It's difficult to wear many hats and deal with everything in daily life as well as taking care of my husband's medical future.
*I'll update details about his surgery/treatment as has been discussed with me tomorrow. I'm going to bed now*
Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. ~ Romans 12:12