Today just as Andrew and I were on our way to the park with Sophie, we realized there was a voice mail on the cell phone. It was my mom, saying "Please call as soon as you get this." Of course, a call like that is always worrisome.
And unfortunately that unsettled feeling in my stomach did not lie: my aunt had a head-on collision with a car that crossed over 2 lanes of traffic on Highway 9. Andrew and I dropped everything and rushed to the Trauma Surgery ICU at Harborview.
There's tubes and IV lines, and casts. Her face is barely recognizable after 30 units of packed red cells and a plethora of other products. Tomorrow they will literally try to close her chest and abdomen. That's how bad her bleeding was when she arrived--all they could do was open her up, place packing to control bleeding, section off damaged bowel, and repair her diaphragm. Apparently she was able to follow commands and there's no obvious brain injury. As my parents and I were briefed on the situation, the ICU nurse looked me straight in the face and said, "I'll be honest honey, hardly anyone with injuries like makes it to the hospital. For the next 3 days or so, it's really touch and go."
It sure isn't easy being on this side of the hospital bed.
So meanwhile, we wait. We hope. We appreciate your prayers.