April 1, 2010

I love April fool's day. Always have. I know its not a hoilday but to me it is. Its a day where I get to play pranks and jokes and its funny...not annoying like my usual. I got Troy with a prank about 9:30 that morning and all throughout the day we pranked back and forth. We both mentioned this was the best day ever. April 1st, was also a Thursday. Thursdays were usually our day during the week. He didn't have his son at all on Thursdays and Jack went to bed early, however, this Thursday he was going to help his mom move a few things. Things changed, that got cancelled so he asked if I wanted to hang out like usual. Of course I did. This was about 4:30. About 5:30 he called me. Funny thing is we hardly ever talk on the phone. I'm not a phone talker and neither is he so we usually text. But he called me about 5:30, told me his plans for the evening. Get on his motorcycle, go to his friends to get an ipod and then he would be over to my place after a short ride. I figured he would be at my house no later than 9 p.m. I also told him the joking wasn't over yet. He told me, "I love you babe." Of course I told him I loved him too. We had been saying that to each other since January.

Jack and I went and had mexican for dinner and I got my eyebrows waxed. Troy was texting me when he was at his friends house. This was about 6:30. By 8:30, after putting Jack to bed I figured he would be here at any minute. 9 o'clock rolls around and I start to figure, well maybe he went to get his car so I text him and I call him. At 9:30, after me calling him so much, the ER in our trauma hospital picks up. They tell me he is critical. They tell me I should get there ASAP. They tell me he is going into surgery now. I figured it was his leg or some orthopedic problem. I knew nothing, just that he got hit while on his bike about 3 exits from my house.

I find a neighbor to sit with my son, who is still asleep, and I head downtown. I don't get to see him, no one does. By the time his mom and aunt got there he was already in surgery. They hug me, tell me they know nothing either. This was now 10 p.m.

They come out at 11:30...its not good. This could be fatal. It was his liver. His ribs broke and mangled his liver. They couldn't get the bleeding stopped. They were trying to repair his liver, but the liver is so pliable they can't do too much. It's a wait and see game. We need him to clot, but his body was in shock. We were allowed to see him.

I saw him...his mom and I together saw him first. He was on a ventilator, he had an open abdomen because they may need to get to his liver for a second surgery and this was the best option. They were working on him, meaning they were squeezing blood into him as fast as they could but he just kept losing it. Thankfully, we could see his eyes moving under his eyelids, he was making urine. We just needed him to clot and stop bleeding. He was already starting to get swollen.

They told us if he would need another surgery in the next few hours he may not make it. His heart was working so hard to pump all of this blood, new blood. It was a wait and see game. We couldn't stay long in his room, which actually wasn't a room at all. He was in outpatient surgery because he was considered too unstable to move anywhere and the operating room was close by.

Until next time,

Kelly