Snow Storm Narrative

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It was a cold, windy, and snowy January night and my family and I were just about to fall asleep and the phone rang. I could tell by my mom's voice that something was very wrong. I laid in my bed trying to hear what was being said. My door opened and Mom told me we had to go. Quickly, we got in the car and headed to Children's Hospital in the middle of a snow storm. My parents were on the phone trying to get information and also starting to have friends and family pray for my brother.
When we got to Children's hospital we ran into the ER. there were two people there waiting for us. A lady took my mom and stepdad. There was a man in a blue surgical suit that stayed with me. It seems like we waited there together for hours. I felt all alone …show more content…

It was doubtful that Jacob would ever see, speak or walk again". After I heard that I went and saw this lady that worked at the hospital. She really helped me cope with everything that my brother was going through. She showed me a place in the hospital where I could get away and play games with other kids. One day, when I was coming back from the activity room we went and checked on Jacob. The pressure in his brain was way to high and the doctors told us we needed to leave. The next time I saw Jacob he had a spike sticking out of his head. The doctors said that it was a special device that would help release pressure from Jacob’s brain. I looked at the monitor and it was an all time low. I thought for sure everything was going to be okay, but weeks went by and nothing changed. I overheard the doctors talking to my parents about taking Jacob off life support because he hadn’t made any progress. I couldn’t believe the my parents would even considering listening to the doctor's suggestions, so I wouldn’t leave Jacob’s room until they promised not to take Jacob off life support.
Finally, Jacob was able to survive without the ventilator. After months of staying down in the P.I.C.U. the doctors move Jacob up to the 12th floor for recovery. They still said that Jacob would probably never speak, see or walk again. A few more weeks passed and we were all hoping that Jacob would wake up soon. A new doctor told us the same …show more content…

But once again, Jacob proved the doctors wrong. In less than a week’s time he had done both. The day that he woke up he was very unresponsive and he kept looking at everything as if he were scared. He barely ever tried to communicate with us. The first time he spoke was when one of his friends from school came to visit, he walked into the room and said
“Hey,bro” Jacob quickly replied

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