Stormageddon ( Dark Lord of All ) Is Recovering Beautifully
On Monday, my sweet, sweet, fat face baby had surgery. It was scheduled to last six hours, but they only needed four and a half of those hours. I was terrified, but everything went beautifully. I nearly launched myself into the arms of the surgeon, but he walked away before I could.
He did amazingly. There was just the tiniest bit of swelling, but he's eating and drinking normally. He's doing so well he got discharged yesterday. Now he's home crawling around after his older brother and demanding we pay attention to him.
He's got a long scar on the back of his head, and titanium screws holding the section of skull they removed in place, but he's up and kicking as much butt as a 10-month-old can.