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thank God there was two men there that had been medics and knew what they were doing. I knew CPR and had used it on my son before (he had SIDS as a baby) but I had a piece of the dash stuck in my knee and couldn't get to him. One leaned in the door that had smashed in on my sons head and the other one crawled in the back seat, and between them they kept my son alive intol the rescuers got there and then one other man tried with all he had to get my son's foot out of the door but that took the jaws of life to free him from the car. It took 4 large men to lay on top of my son to keep him from breaking his back on the way to the hospital. I spent the next 4 hours worrying about him loosing his foot. I really had no clue that he might not live through the night. When the doctors did finally come and talk to me he had been moved up to PedsICU and had over 200 stitches in his head. They hadn't even looked at his foot yet. He was in a coma, and the doctors had tears in there eyes when they told me he wouldn't live through the night, but they tried to say it without really saying it u know? when I figured out what they were saying I set into them, no not my son he's a fighter he will make it u just wait and see. I kept that up intill I saw the car and that's when I lost it. 5 days later my son came out of his coma and was trying so hard to be his old self, refused to use a diaper LOL took the docs a day and a half to realize that's why he wasn't using the bathroom. But they took him to a regular room and took the tube out of his throat and just left him, and then when he started having trouble breathing again I was crazy and had been spending to much time at the hospital. we lost him 3 more times that night. On to another 5 days in a coma and all because they didn't carry stuff for kids in the recuse units and the hospital never thought to change the tube in his throat so when it was removed 5 days latter his throat swelled and messed up the gasses in his blood and sent him back into another coma. this time they knew he would live but was pretty sure he would never be more than a vegetable. and once again we went rounds not my son no way. I really wonder now where I got it all from, I refused to give up, and now they think that is what made him not give up also. When he was finally out of the hospital we came back home to Wichita (the accident happened in Topeka) and there we where alone with 3 kids and 8 to 10 hours a day of pt and OT. in week two they sent him home on Friday with homework he had to stand 5 seconds on his own, well Monday morning he pushed his wheel chair in, it was amazing to everyone we all thought he was going to beat all of the odds and have no lasting effects. What a joke that was. He wasn't allowed to start school that year so we waited intill the next year, took us half the year to find a teacher that could tell there was still problems so we could take him back to the doc cause you know I'm just his mother I don't know anything. The next few years was just regular years for a kid, and then when puberty hit all hell broke loose. We found out that he was molesting his sister, took him for therapy and everything they told us to do then two years later it happened again to his youngest sister. That time they arrested him, and it was no easy feet getting him in the hospital for testing, found out that he was a 7 year old boy living in a 14 year old body. he was seeing things and hearing things that wasn't there. So for the past 3 years now its been a fight to keep him at age level and finding drugs that will help him without all of the side effects taking over. since I have found the tbi chat room its been so much easier to deal with, I don't know who started this room but in my view they should get a medal. Few understand and even fewer believe. Its wonderful to have friends that do both. thank you all for keeping me sane. Michelle Moore
Hi, My name is Michelle, I'm a caregiver. On August 26.1986 in a pouring down rain (so bad you couldn't see the hood of the car) I was driving back to my X's house with two of my three children. CJ 4, Ricki 2, and I had a 9 day old baby at the X's sleeping. I made it to the intersection next to his house, not even 50 feet from the driveway. When this idiot, and I can say that as I went to school with him years before, well anyway he was figured at doing better than 95mph in a residential area, one lane road with huge ditches on all sides of you. My son CJ was bitching at his sister to sit down so i grabbed her ankles and pulled them out from under her, shifted into second from third slowing down at the intersection and turned off the windshield wipers as it had just stopped raining, next thing I know I there's something brown in the corner of my eye and i was looking thru a shattered windshield and just knew i was going thru my sister in laws house. She lived next door to my soon to be X. Then there was a sudden stop. I couldn't find the brown thing I had seen and had no clue what had happened, Ricki was crying but I couldn't find her anywhere and CJ was laying across the seat and had his head on my lap. I watched the cut on the right side of his head start to bleed and run down into his ear. I was in shock. Someone from up the hill hollered down asking if we where OK and my son wasn't breathing I didn't take the time to make sure I was right just started screaming for help.
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