I know that if this is what it takes to keep your chest wall together and give it time to heal than this is what it take. The picture just doesn't do justice to how bad you chest really looks.
My heart is sicken.
I feel nauseous looking at it.
My baby should just get to be a baby. He shouldn't have this life where pain is just expected and his chest looks like Sylvester Stallone has been using it for a punching bag and then some mad scientist did a crazy hack job stitching it up.
We've started referring to your chest as Frankin-chest like we refer to you Aunt JJ's knee as Frankin-knee.
They tell us we will be able to get plastic surgery later to improve the look of it.
Great another surgery.
There is not much to report really. Your vital signs have remained stable and your white count is down so for now it's all about pain control and watching and waiting to see what happens.
I find myself starting intently at your scar trying to see if I see any signs of redness like we did last time.
See if there are any signs of infection
Sometimes I have to shake myself and tell myself stop looking for unwanted trouble.
But before very long I'm back at your side looking
I think this latest hospitalization has left both with scars.
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