One year later

Our first day at Brooks Rehab was on October 24, 2017. It was a pretty uneventful other than the ride over. That wore him out big time.

He pretty much slept all day and all night after we got here. So it was a good rest time for him.

 As far as today, he got worked pretty good. We are really on day 1 of rehab and it already sucks, I know the outcome will be worth it, but it still sucks.

So first thing this morning we had OT come in and help get him dressed. Be is suppose to wear real clothes here, however turns out, he had a fever this morning (I am hoping from the flu shot he got yesterday before we left the hospital) So we could only put his shorts on and a wet cloth on his forehead.

They stretched out his arms and legs a bit. He didn't love it but he didnt hate it. Then we had Speech Therapy come in and they basically just talked with me a bit to get to know who Michael was before the accident. (Never thought I would be having to say that...."before the accident" :-( ) The cool thing about the speech lady is.......wait for it....she is friends with one of my other friends, what a small world. Anyways, even though I don't personally know her I still feel comforted by the fact that someone I know....knows her. :-) (and I havent heard any bad stories of her, so thats a bonus) Then OT came back in to play around with Michael a little bit more. By this time he is a little worn out and tense. Then comes in physical therapy :-) So more messing, he got to go in the wheel chair for this part of the day. 

This is when he couldn't take it anymore and started snoozing. He got a little bit of rest. They told me that for a large part of the day they want him in his chair. So from 830am until lunch and then he can have a break, then again until about 3 or 4. But that didn't happen today because they had a group meeting with all of the therapy teams and doctors to evaluate him together and come up with some type of plan. This evaluation was very hard to watch. I have been able to keep it together for the most part. But watching them ask Michael to do simple commands, like a thumbs up, or kick your leg, and to see that he couldn't do anything really hurt my heart. I held the tears back for the most part but it was very hard. We can have hope and faith all day long but its in those moments where its hard to look past where he is RIGHT now and think of a positive future. (Im still holding onto hope....but sometimes it is hard) 

After the group evaluation he got to lay back into bed, he had another speech session but they decided to give him a break. He is much more tense and stressed out today....as imagined he would be. But MAN, I DO NOT LIKE IT! (as imagined)  This is going to be tough. 

On another note, notice the art work in the room :-) The 5th grade classes at Mikes school made all new cards and pictures for his room at rehab. I got most of them hung up, by my goodness there are so many. 

So as always, keep us in your prayers. He needs strength, comfort (physically and emotionally) and healing. I need rest, comfort, strength...augh. One of my new friends that went through something like this with her husband told me that it is much harder on us than it is them. I think....so far....that is very true. Its different pain that I am feeling verses Michael, but at least his will loosen up :-) 

Love you guys!