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When The Morning Comes

On a day like today, our two weeks in the hospital feels like just a bad dream. Did we really just watch our sweet boy brought to the brink of death and back? Was it just days ago that we held his unresponsive swollen hands and watched every heart beat on a monitor? If I didn't see his scarred and swollen scalp I wouldn't have believed it. He certainly acts as if nothing as happened. Except for being a little sluggish and cranky when we first brought him home, he now has come back to himself with gusto. I was worried that he would loose his goofy personality and trusting nature because of all the invasive procedures done to him, but that doesn't seem to be the case. If anything, he is even more goofy and loving then before! And just as I was putting him to bed tonight, I was getting his diaper from the other room and I swear that I heard him say "ma ma." No joke, the little dude totally said it. No one else was around, and though perhaps it might have been my imagination...I don't think so! Lion man can roar! Even though he has lost his mane. The swelling in the area between his skin and bone is going down everyday and it's fascinating to see his new head shape emerge. Although it's lumpy because of the plates and screws, it still has a very nice round shape that's very different from his original tall and ridgy head. And thank God, his head has stopped gurgling when you move it around. That was pretty disconcerting and weird...
The sun has dawned on a new chapter in our little lion mans story. No doubt there will be more trials for him and us, more discoveries to be found and other lessons to learn, but we can at least, turn the page on this. Hopefully he won't ever have to go through a surgery of this magnitude again!
But knowing Leo whatever it is that he has to go through, he will do it with flying colors.
Here are some shots from the last couple of days, and I will keep putting some new ones up as time goes by because his head looks different every day!




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  1. LisaJuly 16, 2011 at 10:32 PM

    Such a miracle...he looks so sweet and happy! I'm sure, being as special as he is...he did indeed shout out mama :-)Love the pics

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  2. AnonymousJuly 17, 2011 at 1:04 AM

    To God be the glory!
    He is adorable. :)
    Tina

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  3. Matushka AnnaJuly 17, 2011 at 9:14 AM

    I've no doubt he said mama! When you catch it on video, you'll have to share it with everyone.

    He's so beautiful. Honestly, when you look at him, you get lost in his eyes. I have to remind myself to pay attention to the rest of his head in the pictures you're showing to demonstrate the 'before and after' effect.

    Glory to God for all of his blessings.

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  4. AnonymousJuly 17, 2011 at 8:33 PM

    Yeah, he definitely said Mama! Everybody looks awesome!

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  5. SunshineJuly 18, 2011 at 7:21 AM

    What a total sweetheart he is.

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  6. mamajulianaJuly 19, 2011 at 8:22 AM

    Such beautiful pictures-and a miracle baby boy! So happy for you all. Our daughter said dada first...and she has been daddy's girl ever since!

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  7. AnonymousJuly 19, 2011 at 10:52 PM

    My goodness he looks amazing! We are thankful for the good news. I wishI could hold him.

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