Still still still in the hospital

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Seven weeks.

Seven weeks in the hospital, including the skull surgery in early February. Seven weeks and counting.

Elijah is happy as a clam today, and looking more healthy every day, but there are still several questions about his nutrition and the chemistry in his guts. Basically, the doctors are being extra-cautious. They've tried to send him home twice, both times believing he was all set, only to see him return, and they don't want it to happen again. I couldn't agree more.

Pray like crazy.

Dave

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