You saved my life and then put me back together again. I am going to do the only thing I can do to thank you – grow up healthy and happy and hopefully come shake your hand someday! Mommy and daddy are eternally grateful to you and your team for helping our family remain whole.
Oh, and at 12lbs, 8oz, I am well on my way to being a healthy and happy young boy. Pretty soon I’ll be able to stop worrying about my size!
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Mom and Dad love you!
I made a new friend today. He said his name is ‘Elbow’ and I think he has a bit of a sunburn. I also think he may have swallowed a helium balloon. But that doesn’t matter. He’s soft, he loves me, and he doesn’t mind if I suck on his ear.
Wait. Yes you can. Why do I ever believe dad?
I found out today that I’m healthy enough to have my stoma reattached and my bag removed! I’m scheduled for July 26th and will spend a few days in the hospital recovering. I can’t wait to be put back together!
They weighed me during my consultation and guess what? I’m double digits! I’m almost as big as daddy! I weigh 10lbs, 5oz.
I’m 9lbs, 6oz now! I am also the shiznit.
He kept calling it Father’s Day. If it’s “Father’s Day” why does it occur on Son’s day? I guess it doesn’t matter since I slept through it.
Practice makes perfect! I’m getting pretty good at this sleeping. So good that I can do it with my eyes closed!
Nana came to visit. Mommy says she’s staying forever. I don’t know what I think of that. On the one hand I love her. On the other hand she spends time talking to Zachary. Maybe I should be cuter? No. That can’t be right. Maybe I can figure it out after I finish up lunch.
