I can't thank you enough for all your prayers.
I am sleeping and eating better though not as good as my brother.
But the doctors are really pleased with how much my head has gone down and that I am starting to gain some weight.
The nurses weighed me yesterday and I am 4.2 kilos, which in pounds equals 9.24 pounds.
A close up of my head....my Mom and Dad call my head a 'shape shifter'...compare my head to the picture from 5 days ago; it's changed a lot!!!!
Me in bed with Tweety and Bear
Please keep praying; not just for me, but for my brother who has a fever and sounds like he's coming down with bronchitis, for my Mom and Dad to stay healthy, and for my Ates Mikayla and Kirsten, and Kuya Ben.
Pray also for wisdom for the doctors and my Mom and Dad. Since I have a shunt in my head and am being treated for meningitis, I need to have my shunt replaced. I guess the bad germs like to hide out in the tubing away from the antibiotics and could make me sick all over again...yuck. So, a second surgery for me is probably coming up pretty soon.
I just wanted to let you know I am 23 inches long and weigh 4.4 kilos - which in pounds equals 9.7 pounds. I weighed about 4 pounds when I was born. So did my brother.
I like to smile a lot. I also like to be on my tummy and try to push with my arms. My parents have a big pillow I lay on and often times I push myself off that pillow. Soon I'll be rolling!!!!
While my brother is in the hospital, I spend my days with my 'Aunt' Louise and her two kids, Ewan and Lydia. I like the toys at her house!
This is Lydia and I
This is me playing with toys at Aunt Louise's house
Thanks for all your prayers for me and my brother.
Our foster care social worker, Lorela, came to see Jerard and I today at the hospital. She had some background information to give me on these two precious little guys.
Their mother, upon learning she was pregnant, took 'the day after' pill four different times in the first two months of her pregnancy trying to abort the baby (at that time she didn't know she had twins).
She also went to an 'abortion clinic' of sorts where they try to massage the baby out.
All attempts to abort these two precious lives failed.
At four months pregnancy the mother had an ultrasound and learned she had twins. The ultrasound also showed Jerard had hydrocephalus.
At six months pregnant a repeat ultrasound confirmed the hydrocephalus.
At this point the mother and father decided when the babies were born they would put them up for adoption. This decision was based on two things; economics and neither parent wanting the babies, especially one with health problems.
Words fail me as I think about the awesomeness of God in protecting these two precious boys in their mother's womb from numerous abortion attempts.
I can only wonder at the awesome plans God has for James and Jerard. Already their lives have touched many and helped spread God's word to others.
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Jeremiah 33:3 'Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.'
All praise be to Jesus Christ alone.
Jerard's appetite is not as strong as the doctors would like to see it and his electrolites are low. They started him on a different IV and we are working at getting him to drink milk. There was blood detected in his stool so they are going to perform XRays today to see if there might be something else wrong, though one of the side-effects of his anti-biotics is blood in the stool, so it is probably just that.
Jerard is not as fussy today which is good and his bowels do not see as distended. He is still on strong anti-biotics and anti-fungal medications.
Yesterday Jerard had a CT scan of his head.
In order to do this they had to give him some anesthesia.
After the CT scan we started noticing he was losing his voice and getting fussy again from his abdominal area hurting.
The doctors had thought it was a temporary reaction to the medication and it would clear up by the end of the day.
He has had a very fussy day with a hoarse and sometimes voiceless cry.
There is nothing more heart-rending than seeing one so little crying with no sound coming out and seeing his face scrunched up in pain and not being able to do anything to help ease his pain.
We just hold him, rock him, and pray for him.
Please keep praying for our little guy