5 days post surgery and he is finally stable enough to extubate.
I feel like I could do cartwheels down the hallway.
I think I will.
I did half a cartwheel
realized I'm not 10 years old anymore
and me and my graying hair decided not to attempt another.
I am super excited.
He is going to be so much happier.
Beginning yesterday his little countenance just kinda went down.
You can see it in his eyes as tears pour silently down.
He is giving up.
He has resigned himself to the fact that this is his new life.
Forever lying here with a tube down his throat
breathing through that straw.
I'll share some pictures later today after it's out.
I don't want to post any of him in his current state as I'm not sure he'd appreciate that 10 years from now.
But alas, there will be a cute little mostly tube free face coming to a blog near you soon.
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