Bao is holding his own.

The big worry now is that it's all been too much for his heart. Although we seem to have beaten back the "perfect storm" of infections, this was truly an ordeal and there's a very real chance that Bao's dear little heart -- overly stressed by everything he's been through -- will simply stop. There's nothing much to be done about this. Atropine might help, but given his existing heart condition, it might also make things much worse. All we can do at this point is wait, and hope.

He's eating boiled chicken, and drinking diluted Gatorade, and tolerating medication. He's comfortable, and I think he's enjoying being pampered. He's still very weak. After all, he didn't eat for ten days! Improvement will be slow, I've been warned. But he does seem a little stronger, and little bit more alert. We've got to take it a day at a time.

On Friday night, I could barely feel his heart beating. That's when I truly thought he might slip away.

So I'm grateful he's still here with me. Every day is a blessing.