Rosie and Alain Babin, 57 and 58, of Round Rock, Texas, care for their son Alan, now 37, who was severely wounded in 2003 while serving as a medic with the 82nd Airborne Division of the U.S. Army in Iraq. After being hit by an AK-47 bullet that ripped through his torso, Alan lost his spleen and 90 percent of his stomach, and suffered damage to his liver and diaphragm. During treatment, he contracted meningitis and had a stroke that left him semicomatose for 2½ years. He is now in a wheelchair, legally blind, paralyzed in his legs and abdomen, and lives with his parents. Alain is the assistant chief of police in Round Rock; Rosie gave up working to become Alan’s primary caregiver and advocate.
Rosie: After the stroke, Alan was uncommunicative so I had to be his voice. Because of his brain injury, his memory is not 100 percent, so he needs help remembering his history, the procedures he had and his appointments. He tends to get confused in terms of time and space. He’s very sweet and compliant, which has made it easier to be his caregiver. It’s very much a team effort — my husband Alain helps a lot, our daughter Christy does, too, and we have an amazing support system in the community. The military wanted to send him to a nursing home, but we wanted to bring him home. Our goal has always been to treat him with dignity and respect even on days when he acts innocent and childlike.
...People step up and want to help, but they don’t always know how to help.
All the bedrooms in our house are on the second floor. We were blessed to have a contractor build a 400-square-foot ADA-compliant suite for Alan on the first floor, as part of a community project. It has a hospital bed and a roll-in shower for Alan. It opens into the living room and dining room and has its own entrance. I still prepare most of his meals and monitor his nutrition, and I get him to his VA appointments, which are almost a two-hour drive away.
As we age and get weaker, he’s getting healthier and stronger. He can use his arms to propel his wheelchair. He’s able to put on and take off a shirt, feed himself and take medication from a dispenser I organize. In the last year, he’s been able to do his own laundry — we have a front-loading machine — and fold his clothes himself. His speech has improved, and he can text with his friends. Alan is legally blind, but the young man can spot a Starbucks from five blocks away.