Done and Done.

Food and Daddy, what more could a boy want?
After just two nights in the hospital, we were able to bring our temporarily blind boy back to my parents.  His eyes stayed swollen shut through Friday.  He was obviously terrified the first few days; he was always wanting to be held by Jonny or me with his face as close to our face as possible.  Pictures may be worth a thousand words but they can't do justice to the swelling of this kid's head!  His temples literally went from shoulder to shoulder when the swelling was at it's highest - not to mention the puffy back of his head!  

 We flew back to Ohio on Saturday.  We've had some rough days (and nights) with Nathan being sick but as of today, he seems to have turned a sharp corner and is hopefully on the up-and-up.  The swelling is already going down significantly. Apparently it could take months to be completely gone but we probably won't even notice it in a few weeks :)
Familiar toys to run his (new and improved) fingers through were a favorite!
Family walk (in shorts and t-shirts) on our last day
We saw eyeballs just in time for the airport!

The plan moving forward is to kick our twice a week therapy routine in high gear, get some extra RSV vaccines,  keep everyone healthy and keep Nathan out of the freaking hospital! :)

We continue to be humbled and thankful by how many people are still encouraging us, praying for us, meeting tangible needs and caring for us.  This has been a marathon but we have not been running alone.  Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.  Our hearts are full.


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