Confession: I was aging our son! Apparently I'm anxious for him to grow up because I was off a day off on his age. Whoops. So he's actually 5 days old, not 6. :)
We had a good night visit with Evan. Andrew was put to work fixing his goggles. The goggles don't quite fit on his head so they shift around a lot. As soon as Andrew fixed them, he wiggled and got his eyes free.
They're still making adjustments on the new conventional ventilator. There is a slight chance that he'll have to go back on the other oscillator. They don't want his lungs under too much stress with this new vent.
He's taking the 3 mL feedings like a champ. It seems as though his feedings are increased in the mornings when the doctors do rounds.
Everyone in the NICU is amazing. All of the doctors and nurses are so friendly. They're constantly asking us if we have questions. They're so patient even when we ask the same things over and over. It's great to know there's good support at the hospital.
Evan looked like he was blowing bubbles today. He also used a super tiny pacifier. Granted he wasn't sucking on it, but he was definitely tonguing it.
The puppies moved back in with us. It's nice to have them home again. They were certainly spoiled while they were with the Grandparents. Layla has appointed herself head of milking. She likes to sit behind me on the pillows when I milk.
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