Road To Recovery Part 4 (read more)
Michelle, along with her daughter and family friend, were in the car just in time to see the helicopter take off. “Every time I hear or see a helicopter now, my heart skips a beat,” she says. “It was just a normal day, and then suddenly someone is telling you your child is dying.” Within minutes after the helicopter landed, baby Marcus was rushed into the operating room ready for him at Ministry Saint Joseph’s in Marshfield.
After his surgery, Marcus was moved to Ministry Saint Joseph’s Children’s Hospital’s Pediatric Intensive Care Unit (PICU) – the highest level PICU in northern and central Wisconsin – where he spent just 4 days (Thursday through Sunday). Day by day, the toddler made significant improvements while being carefully monitored by the staff at Ministry Saint Joseph’s Children’s Hospital. Marcus was moved to the pediatrics floor on Monday and, after a few brief setbacks, the family was given the green light to take Marcus home on Tuesday.
Dr. Brodhead explains that, because of his young age, Marcus had a soft spot in his skull (called a fontanel) that provided some room for the brain to expand. The medication the baby was given before he arrived at Ministry Saint Joseph’s also helped keep him alive. Dr. Brodhead credits the work of everyone involved, including the expertise and speed of the Spirit crew – “some kind of record,” Dr. Brodhead adds. “I certainly think the 15 minutes saved his life.” “I had very serious doubts that child would survive the flight, much less make it through surgery,” says Dr. Brodhead. “Even if he did all of that, I worried that the amount of pressure on his brain would cause him not to wake up.” When asked to describe Marcus’ situation, he takes time to think before answering, “I think of two words: Thank God.”
“The hospital staff, flight crew – all did their best,” Michelle says. “Whether they realized it or not, they left it in God’s hands. It wasn’t time for Marcus to go. He’s meant to be here to do more work!” Work for bright-eyed Marcus today means running, never walking; taking turns with his siblings going down the slide; awing mom and dad with his endless curiosity for the outdoors; and listening for the next airplane to fly overhead.