Mommy, Daddy & Ava Leigh appreciate your continued prayers and spontaneous acts of generosity while we take time to concentrate upn the business of healing.
Thank you for the real food, naughty food, and offers of assistance and companionship.
We are humbled by the love we're shown yet again.
Thank you for not forgetting about us.
Hospital time has the potential to be isolating,
but we are heartened by the few moments a day that we are able to interact with you.
Please be patient, as we are currently in a holding pattern of fitful naps,
post-op pain management capers and ten replayings per day of the Curious George movie.
Ava still has quite a bit of recovery to accomplish,
and quite often attempts to play double Dutch with the many wires affixed to various points of her anatomy.
Portions of exasperation for all, with hers being the greatest helping.
On the bright side,
the gastroenterologist who we wrangled into becoming
her primary care physician during this stay
has arrived upon the scene
and has taken the reigns of Ava's care
into her capable hands.
I am currently resisting the urge to make
an allusion toward Gamdalf the White HERE.
In short, she has already begun to prove herself
as the doctor she is reputed to be.
Being listened to and reasoned with in a non-patronizing manner
by a straight-shooting and capable doctor
is like falling into a bathtub
filled with declawed kittens.
Yes, it's just that refreshing.
Ahhhhhhhhh.
Mini-squoosh is in good paws, er, hands.
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