Since I deleted my last entry I am going to blend the 15th and the 16th together because they are pretty much the same.
July 15 was a great day for my family. This was the day they packed their bags, checked out of the hotel and headed home to Colorado Springs. I am not sure if I had a bag to pack, but I left Denver Hospital and headed to the Springs to an inpatient rehab facility. My family got to be in our home and I was one step closer to joining them.
We had no idea how long I would need to be in rehab. I would be doing physical and occupational therapy during my time there. It was to get me ready in hopes to be able to come home and especially to be able to be around my kids. Keep in mind 12 days ago doctors didn't even know if I would ever have normal brain function again let alone live.
At this time, I had been told most of what had happened, but I still struggled to really understand and remember it all. It seemed very fake, very surreal.
My therapists needed to make sure I was ready for home and ready to go back to work as a mom and wife. I of course don't remember most of the exercises or things we did, but I do remember sometimes wondering if they were joking or being serious with me. I knew something serious had happened, but in my head I was still Spesh. I was still the same wife, mom, daughter, runner and missionary adventurer. Being asked to walk from point A to point B, or pick objects off the ground or see if I could last walking on a treadmill for 10 minutes just seemed funny at the time. Looking back on it now I totally get it and it makes perfect sense!!!!
I remember 2 things about being there. One was having to prove that I could shower without assistance. In Denver, no one expected me to even get up and shower on my own, but one day I just got up and did it. Now I was being asked to shower while being watched with what I thought was the assumption that I would need help. Bryce said I was upset about this one.
The second one, which was like my exit test, was having to show the steps for making an egg in the kitchen. It was a real egg, real stove, pretend person eating the scrambled egg mess I made.
Being able to do my rehab in the Springs was great. My family was finally able to come home to their beds, books, toys and their own space. Cap loved visiting before and after nap time and help me with my therapy! He enjoyed all the fun equipment and different things you could balance on. Everyone liked having the family there and watching Cap play. Kids always have a way of filling a room up with joy and laughter.
What sticks out the most about being there is it was the first time I missed my family. I was finally clear headed enough to know my husband and kids were home and I couldn't be there. It hurt. I longed to be close to them. Little did I know, I would be coming home soon....
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