So I'm sure most of you heard that 1 week ago today Scott was up in Alamo and was kicked in his back by a horse. I've realized all the little blessings that have taken place that we have to be thankful for. Luckily that day I was called off of work when I got a phone call from Brent that Scotty had been in an accident and the paramedics were on the way and they would bring him down to Vegas. He had taken Landon down to see the horses and was holding him in one arm and some grain to feed the horses with in the other. He heard his Dad yell to get out of the way, although his Dad swears he never said anything, because two of the horses were getting anxious with one another and their ears were turning back. At that moment Scotty turned around and the horse turned around and kicked him in the lower part of his back. His dad said it flung him a good 10 feet where he landed on his back still holding Landon. If he hadn't turned around when he did there would of been no way that Landon could of survived-clearly blessing number 1. Anyways, he spent the afternoon in a quick care all to find out that he fractured a couple ribs and had to have a few stitches on his elbow. Landon was a little skaken up and had a small black eye from Scott's shoulder when they fell. Well they sent him home that day and ever since he's been in a lot of pain. That night his two brothers came over and gave him a blessing. He took off work the following Monday but returned to the office Tuesday and Wednesday (what a trooper my huney is huh?). He had been in alot of pain but being the unsympathetic wife I am I didn't cater much to his needs. I had even asked him to pick up a couple things around the house and made him pick up dinner Tuesday night. I knew he was hurt but I figured since the Doctor said he'd be fine I figured all his symptoms were tied together. Landon couldn't even touch Scott or really even hug him without a large squeal of pain. Since the accident Scott had been sleeping on the couch or on the floor in our family room because his back hurt too much to be in our bed. On Wednesday I got home from taking my state board exam and Scott returned home from work. We made a quick little trip to Target where he hovered over the electronics section pointing out the PlayStation 3 he wanted for his birthday the following day. That night he was complaining of intense abdominal pain and had a small fever on and off for the last couple days. Again, we didn't think much of it because he did have a few fractured ribs that would certainly justify him to be in alot of pain. Also we thought it was all related and since we were told he would be fine he just dealt with it. Well that night around 11:30 for a reason that is completely apparent now but not at the time I stayed up and was watching TV. Normally I would have already gone to bed but I stayed up exhausted which clearly became another blessing. Anyways, he woke up suddenly complaining of deep stomach pains and then walked over to the counter and collapsed. I jumped up and was shaking him and attempted to roll him onto his back. He was completely unresponsive, pale, and profusely sweating. I checked for his pulse and breathing and thought I almost had to start CPR. He did have a pulse but his breathing was becoming very shallow and laboured. I quickly called both my sister-in-laws and 911. Within 2 minutes the fire department arrived. Scott by this time finally opened his eyes but he was still unresponsive and staring at the floor. I thought for a second that he had a mini stroke. They quickly started an iv and gave him oxygen. They said his heart rate was in the 170's and his blood pressure was 64/30. I heard the fireman say that he was on his way into supra ventricular tachycardia ,which having just taken ACLS, scared the crap out of me. Basically his body was going into shock from internal bleeding and he was really close to needing immediate cardioversion to convert his dangerous rhythm. Anyways, they took him to Summerlin hospital where he immediately had a CT-scan. When they arrived back from the procedure the tech and nurse had a funny look on their faces. Up until now I had pretty much kept it together until I saw that look in their eyes. I know that look since I work in an intensive care area and it's never a good sign. I asked how everything went and the tech said that they were on the phone with specialists right now and they would come talk to me. I seriously felt like I was going to collapse. The doctor came in and informed us that Scott had massive internal bleeding and both his spleen and liver were ruptured. Also that he had broken off a small piece of his L-1 vertebrae. He said that he would be instantly transferred to the trauma center at UMC where he would probably need immediate surgery. I began to cry and was instantly on the phone with his parents. They live in Alamo which is about 90 minutes away. My parents were in Utah and my brother-in-law, and bishop, was in California. So basically I was in a panic to call someone to come and give him another blessing. I was talking to Jen when I thought I should call his uncle Jon. Literally at that moment, another blessing, I received a beep and it was Jon asking where Scotty would be and that he would be right down. I couldn't believe it. Thank goodness for family. There always there when you need them. We left by ambulance over to UMC and he was taken instantly back and met by a team of doctors. They told us that there were a few options but that the first would be to perform an embolectomy. Basically they took a catheter up through his groin area and implanted 14 metal coils into his spleen that would help to embolize the area and form a clot. That procedure took a little over an hour and then we were allowed to see him around 6:00 a.m. He looked so pale but the doctor assured us that everything went well and that the bleeding had stopped. He would be transferred to the Trauma ICU for the next few days to make sure it didn't rupture. So from Thursday through Saturday we spent the time watching closely to his hemoglobin numbers and waiting. On Friday night his hemoglobin got down to a 6 and he had to have a blood transfusion. His number should be between 12 and 14 but the doctor later told us that Scott's spleen was bleeding like a hose so due to the amount of blood lost it would take a few weeks to get his numbers up where they should be. Saturday night he was transferred to the adult burn unit, which is an over flow for trauma, and we were there until Monday morning. How blessed we feel that this situation was resolved and Scott will be able to recover just fine. He did however, have the worst birthday ever but he did get to keep his spleen. So Happy Birthday honey!!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
The Worst Birthday present ever!!!!
So I'm sure most of you heard that 1 week ago today Scott was up in Alamo and was kicked in his back by a horse. I've realized all the little blessings that have taken place that we have to be thankful for. Luckily that day I was called off of work when I got a phone call from Brent that Scotty had been in an accident and the paramedics were on the way and they would bring him down to Vegas. He had taken Landon down to see the horses and was holding him in one arm and some grain to feed the horses with in the other. He heard his Dad yell to get out of the way, although his Dad swears he never said anything, because two of the horses were getting anxious with one another and their ears were turning back. At that moment Scotty turned around and the horse turned around and kicked him in the lower part of his back. His dad said it flung him a good 10 feet where he landed on his back still holding Landon. If he hadn't turned around when he did there would of been no way that Landon could of survived-clearly blessing number 1. Anyways, he spent the afternoon in a quick care all to find out that he fractured a couple ribs and had to have a few stitches on his elbow. Landon was a little skaken up and had a small black eye from Scott's shoulder when they fell. Well they sent him home that day and ever since he's been in a lot of pain. That night his two brothers came over and gave him a blessing. He took off work the following Monday but returned to the office Tuesday and Wednesday (what a trooper my huney is huh?). He had been in alot of pain but being the unsympathetic wife I am I didn't cater much to his needs. I had even asked him to pick up a couple things around the house and made him pick up dinner Tuesday night. I knew he was hurt but I figured since the Doctor said he'd be fine I figured all his symptoms were tied together. Landon couldn't even touch Scott or really even hug him without a large squeal of pain. Since the accident Scott had been sleeping on the couch or on the floor in our family room because his back hurt too much to be in our bed. On Wednesday I got home from taking my state board exam and Scott returned home from work. We made a quick little trip to Target where he hovered over the electronics section pointing out the PlayStation 3 he wanted for his birthday the following day. That night he was complaining of intense abdominal pain and had a small fever on and off for the last couple days. Again, we didn't think much of it because he did have a few fractured ribs that would certainly justify him to be in alot of pain. Also we thought it was all related and since we were told he would be fine he just dealt with it. Well that night around 11:30 for a reason that is completely apparent now but not at the time I stayed up and was watching TV. Normally I would have already gone to bed but I stayed up exhausted which clearly became another blessing. Anyways, he woke up suddenly complaining of deep stomach pains and then walked over to the counter and collapsed. I jumped up and was shaking him and attempted to roll him onto his back. He was completely unresponsive, pale, and profusely sweating. I checked for his pulse and breathing and thought I almost had to start CPR. He did have a pulse but his breathing was becoming very shallow and laboured. I quickly called both my sister-in-laws and 911. Within 2 minutes the fire department arrived. Scott by this time finally opened his eyes but he was still unresponsive and staring at the floor. I thought for a second that he had a mini stroke. They quickly started an iv and gave him oxygen. They said his heart rate was in the 170's and his blood pressure was 64/30. I heard the fireman say that he was on his way into supra ventricular tachycardia ,which having just taken ACLS, scared the crap out of me. Basically his body was going into shock from internal bleeding and he was really close to needing immediate cardioversion to convert his dangerous rhythm. Anyways, they took him to Summerlin hospital where he immediately had a CT-scan. When they arrived back from the procedure the tech and nurse had a funny look on their faces. Up until now I had pretty much kept it together until I saw that look in their eyes. I know that look since I work in an intensive care area and it's never a good sign. I asked how everything went and the tech said that they were on the phone with specialists right now and they would come talk to me. I seriously felt like I was going to collapse. The doctor came in and informed us that Scott had massive internal bleeding and both his spleen and liver were ruptured. Also that he had broken off a small piece of his L-1 vertebrae. He said that he would be instantly transferred to the trauma center at UMC where he would probably need immediate surgery. I began to cry and was instantly on the phone with his parents. They live in Alamo which is about 90 minutes away. My parents were in Utah and my brother-in-law, and bishop, was in California. So basically I was in a panic to call someone to come and give him another blessing. I was talking to Jen when I thought I should call his uncle Jon. Literally at that moment, another blessing, I received a beep and it was Jon asking where Scotty would be and that he would be right down. I couldn't believe it. Thank goodness for family. There always there when you need them. We left by ambulance over to UMC and he was taken instantly back and met by a team of doctors. They told us that there were a few options but that the first would be to perform an embolectomy. Basically they took a catheter up through his groin area and implanted 14 metal coils into his spleen that would help to embolize the area and form a clot. That procedure took a little over an hour and then we were allowed to see him around 6:00 a.m. He looked so pale but the doctor assured us that everything went well and that the bleeding had stopped. He would be transferred to the Trauma ICU for the next few days to make sure it didn't rupture. So from Thursday through Saturday we spent the time watching closely to his hemoglobin numbers and waiting. On Friday night his hemoglobin got down to a 6 and he had to have a blood transfusion. His number should be between 12 and 14 but the doctor later told us that Scott's spleen was bleeding like a hose so due to the amount of blood lost it would take a few weeks to get his numbers up where they should be. Saturday night he was transferred to the adult burn unit, which is an over flow for trauma, and we were there until Monday morning. How blessed we feel that this situation was resolved and Scott will be able to recover just fine. He did however, have the worst birthday ever but he did get to keep his spleen. So Happy Birthday honey!!
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We only heard about this last night. I can not believe this! Poor poor Scottie and poor poor you. That must have been terrifying. We are so relieved everything is going to be okay. We wish we were coming home for Thanksgiving so we could come and visit the poor injured man. We will say a few prayers for him. Lots of love!
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