Zach Update

Maybe someday I can back track and tell you all the stories that are missing.

Maybe I can share with you the little miracles and stories. But for now, after 4 beers and week of worry I feel I own you and myself an honest look of where he /we are today

Zach was released from the hospital 4 days after being flown flight for life to a trauma one center and admitted into intensive care. It is a miracle he is here.

What happened? A lot, not enough.

The short if it -- ICU, skull fracture, concussion,

He was admitted on a Thursday night with hopes of being out in a week. He was release that Saturday afternoon -- a miracle.

The damage -- traumatic brain injury-- the hope this is temporary and his memory will return to normal after 6 months to a year.

He has lost the hearing in his right ear. It is a full loss of hearing and it appears to be permeate. He will never hear out of his right ear again.

This was homecoming week and we allowed Zach to participate as he could.

He went to skit night, 5 days after being released from the hospital-- the kids made him read part of the skit -- he was so missed by his classmates. He walked with his head tilted to the left due to his loss of hearing and the pulled mussels in his neck because of the blow. He kept saying he was fine. He wasn't, but he is too strong. He willed himself to be well, and he was.

He went to the parade 6 days after being released from the hospital. I was by his side again. The other students would shout out his name. He would turn his head and look around to try and figure out where the voices were coming from. The band past by and chanted his name. He did well. I cred -- again.

On Saturday, 7 days after being released from the hospital, and 10 days after the accident, he went to the homecoming dance. He only stayed an hour, but everyone was glad to see him. I sat at the bleachers in the gym. The equipment was in a loft above. The machine that came down upon my son's head was still there. I couldn't go up there --- maybe I should have, but I couldn't. Instead I sat and the kids came up to me and asked about my son. They shared their stories. They needed to do that.

I don't know where we are going from here -- we have a meeting with the special education department on Tuesday.

I only wish my friend / mom Vonda were still alive to help though all this. My husband and friends have been wonderful, but it's not like mom being there.

I will write more later. There are so many stories to share -- good things, really.

For now I will finish beer number 6 - -yes 6 and sleep and thank God my son is alive.
I will more than likely wake up crying-- I have for the past 3nights. I can control it all during the day-- but at night, my subconscious knows what I need.

Thank you for all your prayers. I am including a picture of my beautiful boy so you can see for yourself the grace of a higher power, or God, or luck-- what ever you want to call it.