Sonel has had a rough time of it. The first night, I didn't sleep a wink. The next two nights weren't too bad, I woke up every three hours with him. The morphine wears off then and he wakes right up, crying. His little toes are so swollen. I keep ice on him most of the day, but he is totally miserable. No matter how he feels, he always wants to go outside if you ask him. He does have a few minutes each day where he is a happy (Pic 2). I can't wait to get through this week and get his bandages off, so he can breathe, even if it's just for a few minutes. Sometimes it's hard to see the good, when you're going through rough times, but in the end, God will work a beautiful miracle. I've seen it in my life and I'm waiting for the beautiful miracle in Sonel's life.