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Well, no surgery...

...for now. The surgeon tells us she'd like Aaron to gain a little more weight, grow a little, and then she'll look into operating on the little guy. She'd like to see him hit 1 kilo before she cuts him open, and she seems to think that he can wait that long. Or at least a little longer.

The problem is that he has air or gas trapped in a long portion of his intestine. The worry is that he has what is called NEC or necrotizing enterocolitis. It's an infection and inflammation of the intestine, that causes air to trap, and nothing to move through that portion of his intestine. If it progresses too far, and he can't recover with the aid of antibiotics, the surgeon needs to operate and cut out the infected portion of his intestine, stint the gap, and then reattach the two ends of the intestine at a later date. Sounds like fun, huh?

Anyway...Aaron's hanging in there - his vitals are all good. And the surgeon felt as if his abdomen was softer this afternoon. A good sign. So, he just needs to grow a little, and then maybe he can get his little gas problem fixed up. :

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