It seemed like an eternity before Blake was out of surgery. The doctor came in and told us that basically Blake had survived the surgery, but no hope. He seemed puzzled that Blake had even been sent to Baylor. It really makes me wonder if they even looked at the paperwork that was sent to them. It clearly stated how critical Blake was. Blake was placed in the CCU and we were finally able to see him late Saturday night. God made sure the best and sweetest nurses would watch over that sweet boy of mine. These nurses had gone to Harding University in Searcy, AR. That’s the town I grew up in. God is God.
Sarah was probably my very favorite nurse Blake had. She was the cutest little red head! She would pray over Blake. She treated him like he was going to survive. She wasn’t giving up.
Sunday morning finally came!! You know JOY does come in the morning because it meant Blake was still with us. He was fighting.
The neurologist did his evaluation on Blake. He told us that Blake was in a comma and from what he could tell, no brain activity. He wanted us to give up it seemed.
Blake needed surgery on his other leg to release pressure. The doctors did not want to do it. Randy pleaded with them…begging. They finally agreed to do the surgery. Sarah went to surgery with Blake and I asked her to please pray over him and not to leave him. She did just that. She prayed!! She stayed!!
When the surgery was over, she came and got us. She said they almost lost Blake a couple of times but, HE SURVIVED!!!!
Later, Blake was brought back to his room. He was so still…it was like he was just sleeping. I wanted him to open his eyes so bad. I wanted him to know I was there and we were not giving up. Again, I begged him to fight.