The bridge to hell...

I wasn't prepared for what was coming.

My brother went to the ER monday morning.  He was having chest pains.  You don't want to mess with chest pains and he hadnt been feeling right for a few days.  He got to work Monday and the pains got worse and were followed by dizziness and nausea.  He left work and drove himself to the St. Vincents downtown emergency room.  He spent the better part of the day in the ER undergoing all sorts of tests to see if he was having any sort of cardiac problem.  After several hours of this they decided to admit him for observation and testing.  I thought being the good caring brother that I am that I would run by there on the way home and check on him.

I left the office and drove downtown to the hospital.  I had a lot on my mind that day.  I have several ongoing projects with approaching deadlines and I was thinking about various details of them as I drove.  I have to admit I was sort of in auto-pilot.  You know how auto-pilot is, you just end up somewhere and dont even remember how you got there.  Im sure if there had been a wreck or something in flames on the way there auto-pilot would have switched off and brought me back to consciousness.  Maybe.

I drive downtown at least 3 or 4 times a week and I ahve been to St. Vincents at least 100 times or more so auto-pilot took me off of 280, down the off ramp and into the parking deck at the hospital.  As soon as I parked I started thinking more about my brother and all of the things that might be causing his issues other than a heart problem.  So again I was sort of in auto-pilot as I got out of the car, walked to elevator and pushed the button.  I got in and rode it up to the lobby of the Womens and Childrens Center.  I pressed the button for the elevator up to the crosswalk to the main hospital and got on the elevator with several other people who were going up.

The doors opened and I got out on the third floor and it started.

I stepped out of the elevator with the other people and the first thing I noticed was the odor.  It was bad but it was that very distinct hospital / delivery suite smell.  I didnt really know why at first but my heart started beating faster.  I started walking to the crosswalk and my as of yet unrealized anxiety started to grow.  I felt flush and I could feel small beads of sweat popping out on my forehead.  It was now at the entrance to the bridge that I started to ask myself what was wrong.  It was almost like I caught a virus with a 5 minute incubation period. 

What the heck?

About 15 feet into the crosswalk the question was answered and in a matter of 3-1/2 seconds 21 days of hell came rushing back.  The realization of where I was and what auto-pilot had let me do hit me like a blow to the chest.  I was back.  I had not been to St. Vincents since the day Noah was transferred to Children's NICU.

I am not prone to panic attacks, i don't get too overly emotional or worked up about much.  Things usually slide off my back pretty easily.  I'm a very laid back guy.  None of that mattered.  I stopped walking.

Keep walking.  Cmon.

Breathe.

Not too much.

You need to keep walking.

I need to get the hell out of here.

I managed to pick my feet up and get moving. 

Wait, not that fast.

Slow down.  People are going to think your weird.

I dont give a damn.

In retrospect I think it was the lack of mental preparation that let me get to that bridge without realizing where I was.  I spent so much time in autopilot on the way there that the reality of where I was going never occurred to me.  I had unknowingly parked in the same deck, taken the same elevator and walked the same way that I went twice a day to see Noah in the NICU after he was born.  I had returned to this place.

This is the place that my children were born.  This is also the place that my son spent the first 21 days of his life in the NICU.  This is the place that a "doctor" told me that my son would be institutionalized for his whole life.  This is the place that pumped my son full of anti-seizure drugs for an epileptic condition that they were sure he had and could never find.  This is the place that put IV's in my sons head.  This is the place that told us that Noah surely had a variety of metabolic and genetic conditions that were most likely untreatable.  This is the place that made me sit in a waiting room while my son had a series of seizures and let me think that he might have died. 

This is the place that I learned that there are a lot of well meaning people who call themselves "doctors" that don't know much at all once you get them out of their little area of experience.

By the time I made it to the 6th floor where my brothers room was I had calmed down a little. My breathing heart rate were less frantic.  I made it to my brothers room and spent a little time there checking on him.  As it turns out he didnt have any cardiac issues.  It appears that he has a gall bladder or stomach problem that is not too serious. 

I left and headed home to my family who are healthy, happy and very much not institutionalized (although sometimes I think that we might need to be).  I went back to my car a different way that didn't involve walking across that bridge.

I didn't drive home in auto-pilot.

What was I thinking...

Yes I started a blog.


No I didnt do it because I think Kevin O'Kelley is cool and I want to be just like him. 


I promise.  


Really.  


Ok maybe that had a little to do with it.  


Anyway, I have been thinking about starting one for a while.  I really meant to do it after Noah was born to chronicle his life, challenges and triumphs, etc.  I got a little distracted.  Yes, I know that he is 18 months old.  At least I started this before he got married.


Hopefully I will make more than and embarrassing three entries before he gets married too.


As you might have guessed, Noah is one of my main reasons for writing this but I am sure being the nerd that I am I will drift into other topics like football, video games and work.  I know most of you arent interested in all of the riveting current happenings in the world of mechanical engineering, construction and green building but you can skip those days.


So what finally kicked me into blogging?  Noah decided to start walking today.  I mean he has been flirting with it for a while.  He will let go and take a few steps.  Sometimes it takes a little encouragement (read as small push from dad).  Today he just let go and started walking around like he had been doing it for years.  Its really weird to turn around and see a little two foot tall guy wobbling around.  Melinda says he looks like Frankenstein walking.  He holds his arms out and has a pretty stiff walk. 


I know thats not earth shattering to most people. 


I mean every kid walks, right?  


Its just one of those moments that make you stop and take a look back at where the little guy started out and how far he has come.  18 months ago Noah was born a month premature.  Two hours later he turned blue and spent the next four months in the hospital, had a few surgeries and got a really expensive pile of equipment to make sure that he doesnt go into seizures due to oxygen depravation every night.  It makes you realize how much of a miracle even the simplest developmental milestone really is.  Walking is just another small miracle that reminds me how special Noah is.


That's it for the first post.  More to come.