Amazing Case.

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Amazing Case. 

Long time, no blog....Sorry. Things have been busy, I guess.;) More "normal" than ever.....Case has had a few weeks off from...everything....No therapies....No school....No appointments...Just fun and summer until next week. 
He's transitioned from being fed 21 hours a day via feeding pump to, 8 separate, 10 minute feeds through a tube and syringe a day and 8 hour pump feeds at night. HE LOVES BEING FREE, free for his back Panek, free to tumble...free. He's so, amazing....The biggest struggle he's having is daily vomiting. The same vomiting that's been going on for years....I pray for grace....I pray that soon, really soon this will be corrected. 
Today, Amazing Case went into a bouncy house for the first time. I was so nervous. Nervous to let my 3 1/2 half year old go in a huge house for bouncing...Not because I'm over protective or a worry wort but because he is fragil. He, not too long ago had his head cut open, movement makes him sick and he has brain conditions that could be hurt by lots of jumping, etc. he barley jumped....but boy did he SMILE! There is nothing a mom of a special needs child loves more than watching him do "typical" things. He. Is. Amazing. 
So, as we prepare Amazing Case for his 10th surgery (August) and 4th MRI (September), I remember that everyday is a gift and sometimes, we need to let go.....
Thanks for loving Case. Thanks for being loyal. We ❤️ You all. 



 
If anyone would like to purchase a Case t-shirt, here is the link.:)
https://www.booster.com/averyspecialcase

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