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Here is Slim when he was 19 days old. He had to have surgery at Children’s Mercy to correct a muscle in his tummy that wasn’t allowing anything in.

I was a wreck.

Just look how little he was.

The Detective would stay the night, I would come down first thing in the morning and stay all day, then the Detective would go home in the evening to see Peanut and Bubba. Get them settled in for bed, then come back. I’d leave the hospital about 1030ish, come home, relieve whichever in-law was watching the other two, take a shower, cry, try to sleep, and then get up and go back down at 7ish or whenever an in-law would get there in the morning.

Slim started having problems on a Saturday morning and after a lot of pediatrician calls, one visit to Children’s Mercy South, a few more calls, a doctor’s office visit, and an ultrasound, he was sent in for surgery on Monday, but was too dehydrated so he had to get his IV in and wait until Tuesday for the actual surgery.

I’ve never felt so helpless in all my life.