He was born with severe hydrocephalus as well as dual inguinal hernias, one incarcerated. He's somewhere close to the 20 surgery mark (having another Friday) and is still holding out, and when he's not doped up from surgery he's a pretty happy little guy. Like yesterday, when he got to see his favorite stuffed animal again after he got stomach acid on him. Life revolves around him now. And somehow I'm fine with this.