I'm sorry I haven't updated this for so long! Thank you so much for keeping my boy in your thoughts. His survival is really a miracle. The doctor told me that when he came in they gave him a 10% chance of surviving. He lost tons of blood, because 2 arteries were hit.
I'm really emotionally exhausted. But I'm so happy, Frank is doing much better.
His facial swelling has gone down a lot, all of the doctors said he's amazing, but he still has breathing/feeding tubes because his throat is totally swollen shut. He has been stable today though. He will have to stay in the hospital until he can breathe on his own... hopefully he'll be able to leave next week. I just want him to get better so I can take him home!
I was having contractions last night and it really scared me. I've never had contractions. I went to the doctor today and he said the baby looks super healthy. He said I need to stop stressing though, which is really hard to do. It's just so hard seeing my Frankie in this kind of pain. He winces and shakes from pain all the time and it just kills me to see that. He wrote me a letter today and it was so sweet. It said he survived because of me and Malakai, he's dedicating his life to us, we're meant to be together, and how much he loves me. It is such a terrible situation but it has had the most positive affect possible on us.
The worst part has been his meth head Mom and it's just heart-breaking to see him cry and write about how bad it hurts that he doesn't have a parent who cares about him. MY PARENTS, who have only met him a few times, have visited more than his Mom... who lives right down the street. She has visited once a day, for 3 minutes, during which all she does is yell at nurses & complain about her own health (which is awful - because she has been doing drugs for decades). She tricked me into driving her 1 hour away, saying she needed food, took my $50 bill and bought drugs with it. Then she and her boyfriend screamed at me when I said that's not ok! I didn't care about her taking my money even. All I cared about was the fact that I spent 2 hours doing a drug run for them and taking them home instead of being with Frank right after he got out of surgery. I'm pregnant... I don't need to be driving to drug houses, and getting screamed at, on top of everything. I told her I don't want to see her again if she chooses drugs over her family. I have never been so disgusted by anyone... and Frank is such a good son with the best heart, he doesn't deserve that. It makes me really grateful that he's so determined to be a loving Dad to his son, and he knows how important that is, because he never had that. I'm so ready to move on from his family, the past & everything that doesn't matter and have our own awesome family.