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Post Op.

This is a quick update on the shunt surgery.  Since it has gone in Leo's eyes have cleared up tremendously.  He has beautiful stone-cut blues like his mother.  The tightness in his face has gone down now that the pressure is off.  We think he is looking a lot like his sister did as an infant, only with a very funky head.  Today I trod new territory rigging up his "car-bed" for the likely occasion that he will come home with us towards the end of the week.  Car-beds are awkward things and the hospital rarely uses them, but they just happen to have one in storage.  Thank God.  If they didn't have one an ambulance ride home was our second choice!  We are learning more about hospital policy discharge procedures and all that.  Leo is looking more and more boyish and cute and fascinating.  But then again most parents think their kids are baby models.  He has picked up his eating now 48 hours after the surgery, but he still takes much less than a normal infant.  Nothing to do now but watch, feed, and even drive him around!  I never thought this day would come.  Friday it is...


  1. I thought he looked beautiful since I saw the picture at the top of the blog page. I love the post-op pic, too! His gaze has something wise in it.

  2. I love his eyes. They're so inquisitive!

  3. Jacob and I think he is really adorable. He does look a lot like Nika, and in his post-op pic, he looks a lot more comfortable. Love you all!

  4. I'm so happy the pressure has been relieved...Praise the Lord! Our prayers continue as Leo continues to recover from his surgery. He is so beautiful. Hope to see you all soon.

  5. "With God ALL things are possible!" So amazing!

  6. God is Love. We still want to come visit you soon! Thank you for including us all in your journey. Love, the Yates

  7. oh he is sooooo cute!! WElcome to our hydran group. My son Noah has hydran - you can see our blog at


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