Flashback Friday - the Transfer
It's been over six months since Liam's stroke and I still find myself having flashbacks of that night and the days that followed. I'm not sure how to stop this, so I figured I might as well write about them.
So... when the stroke happened I was at my sister's house, about 90 minutes away from home and way west of Chicago.
I remember on the way to the hospital my sister told me, "if they want to transfer him to Rockford Memorial, don't let them. Go to Madison."
And then after a few hours in the ER of the local hospital the doctor said we had to transfer to a place with a children's hospital. She gave me the option of Rockford Memorial, or a hospital near Chicago, since that was closer to where we lived. (He was stable enough for such a transfer.)
I remember talking to our doctor on the phone and choosing Loyola - mainly because of location and because our doctor said we really couldn't go wrong with any of our choices.
And this is the flashback that keeps occuring. I thought I was doing really well with processing information and making plans, but for some reason I couldn't figure out how this transfer would work. I clearly remember my sister saying, "You'll go in the ambulance with Liam, I will drive your van home, take care of Quinn, and Rich and I will drive your van to your house tomorrow with Quinn. Do you need anything from the house before the ambulance gets here?"
I was so thankful then for her clarity of the situation and have almost constant reminders of this part of the process.