We were able to come home from the hospital this morning. The surgeon was very pleased with how well Ben looks, and we will be visiting him again a week from today. We will also be fitted for Ben's helmet that same day.
We took home arm loads of toys that people so graciously gave Ben as get well gifts. His new favorite is a singing, glowing, pink seahorse. For the most part, he is acting like his old self again. However, we have had a rough couple of nights. His surgery coincides with a developmental peak in separation anxiety, and I have held Ben for more than twelve of the past 24 hours. He has wanted to nurse non-stop, and will only sleep when held. I am so exhausted from the nursing and holding that I can hardly keep my eyes open and I'm beginning to get a little crabby.
Josh is trying to help, but Ben won't take a bottle, so there hasn't been much he can do. Hopefully tonight will be easier now that we are back home and in familiar territory again.
Look at that round head!