Monday:

With stents and stitches. Those stents were definitely the worst part of our post-surgery days.

Yesterday:

Getting his stitches out. I didn't even freak out while my baby screamed and screamed. I was just so excited to be stent free and I new he'd be so much happier in the end. This is much more perspective than I'm usually capable of when my babies are unhappy.

That was rough.

People who love my baby. Me, Dr. Farnworth (plastic surgeon), Dr. Glick (orthodontist/nose shaper extraordinaire) and Deborah (speech and feeding).

I can't believe I made Jack sit through that. Poor guy! I didn't quite think that one through.

Recovering

Today:

The (other) boy with the lightning shaped scar:

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