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all puffed up (a picture marathon)

They took pictures of Trevy's brain while he was opened up in the OR.

We recieved copies. The little circles are the electrodes on the grids inside of his head.



He's puffed up SO much. I hate that he can't open his eyes. Yesterday...being able to see us was soothing to him...

How cute is the binkie? Grams bought his special binkies & jamies for his big hospital adventure!


Okay...okay...so the unlimited internet isn't bad after all!



I love how his little arm is wrapped around daddy's...



Comments

Dawson said…
Been spending a lot of time in silence praying for Trevor. He is a warrior in the middle of battle. HE WILL WIN!!

Havent commented a lot but we have been paying attention... and praying

Its certainly hard seeing him this way, but then again, to me there is something strangly beautiful about watching him slay the evil beast.. God be with you guys
Ashley Potvin said…
He may not be able to see you, but he does know you are there (are wrapped around Jonathan and all), and he knows how much you love you. He is still beautiful, especially with the "Mute Button"
Love to you all.

Ashley
Baseball mom
JSmith5780 said…
Grr, I can only see 2 pics. Can't wait to get home from work!! Still no big bed huh?

One more day and then hopefully the ESM will be banished for good.

love and hugs to you all.
(LOVE the mute button!)
MJStump said…
I feel so speechless with the last couple of posts. I am praying for Trevy and for you guys. Your sweet boy will be back in your arms and looking up at you with those big beautiful eyes before you know it.

Your love and touch and sound of your voices are the best comfort he can have now...oh, and the cute binkies and jammies do wonders too :)

Prayers and hugs,
Jody
blogzilly said…
These be hard times. I can tell. But it'll all be over soon and you'll be back home before you know it. Doesn't feel that way now, does after you get out though, promise.
Holli said…
All puffed up or not, he is still one beautiful boy.

And he's almost there...
Colby said…
Just checking in again.....Loving photos of devoted parents and a precious angel waiting for the miracle tomorrow!!!!!

God Bless You!

Cyndi
Angie Lang said…
Continuing to pray for you all. Trevor is still beautiful, even all puffed up.
Dora's Daddy said…
My wife and I are praying for peace for you all, and for your little one's body to do what it was created to do...survive, overcome, and give glory to God.
Sinead said…
He is looking beautiful. Not his usual perky self, but beautiful. Cuddle up and give him as much comfort as you can. Tomorrow will be a long day. And harder because they are doing so much and so much is at stake.Best wishes.
Mrs. M said…
It is heart wrenching to see his eyes so swollen...somehow that was harder for me to see than the sutures...
He absoloutely knows you're there. He feels you and hears you. I too love him holding Jonathon....so sweet, so comforting for both of them.
More prayers coming your way.
Margo
Melanie said…
oh the pictures break my heart and he's not even mine. Poor baby. But we do what we have to do to get rid of the the monster. Continuous prayers....

and we've been on that fight for the big boy bed while having a 24 hr VEEG. Once we fought, once we won!!!
Depends on the nurse I suppose...but if you play the he would feel so much more comfortable with the body contact of his parents.... ;)
Oh Danielle, I know I saw these pics on FB yesterday,but they put me in tears again this am. (couldn't make it on the blogs yest.) He is just absolutely adorable & has a big piece of my heart up there with him. YOu 2 are such amazing parents, and I hope one day Trevor knows what all you have done for him & gone through with him. He is so blessed to have you & Jonathan!! xoxoxo

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