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After Sarah had her body cooled to 91 degrees for 24 hours it was time to start warming her up to see what, if any, damage had been done due to the lack of oxygen to the brain. They were also removing all of the drugs to try to get a true picture of her state.
As she warmed up and came off of the meds, she seemed more reactive. I was holding her hand and it felt like she was returning my grip. When asked by the nurse to squeeze, she would not squeeze in return. But my husband said that she seemed to be reacting to my voice. When I would take my hand away to let someone else be with her she seemed to tighten her hold on my hand. I would tell her that Ryan or dad was going to hold her hand and sit with her for awhile.
She had been given an EEG to track brain activity. They also took her down to receive an MRI. At this time they had to remove her last few piercings. They asked me if she had any other metal in her. Knowing Sarah's taste in music, I wanted to respond "the girl's got metal in her soul". But as a dutiful mother, I just replied no.
It was Easter morning; this nightmare had begun on Good Friday. I remember that it was a beautiful spring day in Minneapolis and as we were walking to Sarah's ICU cubicle, I said that it would be a great day for her to wake up.
We found out that conditions worsened during the night. One of her lungs had collapsed, her pupils were now fixed, dilated and unresponsive to light. She was non-responsive to stimuli. Her brain was beginning to swell as well. While sitting with her, she began to have seizures again. This is something that no parent should ever have to witness. There was one that just went on and on and on, as though Sarah was stuck in this seizure mode and couldn't escape it. Ryan, my husband and I had a conference with her medical team in the afternoon. Sarah's prognosis at this time was reported as dismal. If she were to survive, she would need to be in a nursing home with full-time around the clock treatment. We collapsed in shock and disbelief.
As she warmed up and came off of the meds, she seemed more reactive. I was holding her hand and it felt like she was returning my grip. When asked by the nurse to squeeze, she would not squeeze in return. But my husband said that she seemed to be reacting to my voice. When I would take my hand away to let someone else be with her she seemed to tighten her hold on my hand. I would tell her that Ryan or dad was going to hold her hand and sit with her for awhile.
She had been given an EEG to track brain activity. They also took her down to receive an MRI. At this time they had to remove her last few piercings. They asked me if she had any other metal in her. Knowing Sarah's taste in music, I wanted to respond "the girl's got metal in her soul". But as a dutiful mother, I just replied no.
It was Easter morning; this nightmare had begun on Good Friday. I remember that it was a beautiful spring day in Minneapolis and as we were walking to Sarah's ICU cubicle, I said that it would be a great day for her to wake up.
We found out that conditions worsened during the night. One of her lungs had collapsed, her pupils were now fixed, dilated and unresponsive to light. She was non-responsive to stimuli. Her brain was beginning to swell as well. While sitting with her, she began to have seizures again. This is something that no parent should ever have to witness. There was one that just went on and on and on, as though Sarah was stuck in this seizure mode and couldn't escape it. Ryan, my husband and I had a conference with her medical team in the afternoon. Sarah's prognosis at this time was reported as dismal. If she were to survive, she would need to be in a nursing home with full-time around the clock treatment. We collapsed in shock and disbelief.
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