Road to Recovery

The first few days were tough--he was groggy and in pain. He couldn't even cry because it hurt too badly--he'd start and then after his initial outburst would fade to a whisper he'd fall back to sleep.

By day three he started laughing again. He got a sponge bath . . .

And Daddy encouraged him by demonstrating non-showering bathing procedures.

My mom once told me, "You finally see light at the end of the tunnel . . . and it's a train." Well, just as Jimmy began to recover, he got C-Diff--a nasty spore in his gut that causes terrible diarrhea. It's highly contagious and hard to get rid of. So-- the staff could only come into the room with crazy suits on and Jimmy was confined to his room.

Fortunately, many friends came by with new toys for him to play with.

And Robbie and Ty decorated the room for him.

And then Grandpa Wilde came to play.

My dad has a magical nose that honks every time it is pushed. My kids love it!

But Jimmy didn't get the trait, apparently. Poor guy couldn't figure out why his own nose wouldn't honk!

Bird watching was about the extent of entertainment for my poor little cooped up baby.

But at least Grandpa made it fun!

And finally, we went home! He was in the hospital for 12 days total, but he went home only 5 days post op (average is 10!). He is such a strong little guy. He was riding his motorcycle the very next day. He still doesn't like going downstairs on his tummy and it is hard for him to sit up or roll over when he's lying down--but he's doing amazing! With clothes on, you would never know that he'd just undergone such an ordeal! We love the little guy.

Grandpa left on Tuesday. Grandma Haas (who was here for almost the whole time--so helpful) left Thursday. 

And things are pretty much back to normal now.

Thank you for all of your prayers, well-wishes, and support. We are so very grateful!