He was filthy this afternoon... there's no other word for it... but, he had a bath this evening! It was his first in about ten days and must have felt fantastic.
Dexter is still sore. He forgets for a while and then he moves, and he remembers the pain. Hopefully, the pain will quickly ease off and he will enjoy cuddles again. Until then, we will cuddle him gently...
His torso is a mess - bandages, tubes, cords, tapes and scars.
No baby's belly should look like his does.
His cheeks are fine though - so I've been cheek-punching him a lot! (I promise - he loves it!)
When I visited, he grumbled at me... I'm not sure whether he was complaining about his pain, complaining about his surgery, or complaining about my extended absence.
Dexter is home.