Eight weeks 3 days old

Evan was a nursing master today. He nursed three times and was a champ each time. I'm so proud of him. I was really frustrated with myself after last night's feeding try. I know Evan was probably tired from all the action he had last night, but I was still feeling pretty sorry for myself since he couldn't nurse.

Evan is now large enough for his hernia surgery. With no time to think about it, the surgeons were in this morning to talk about operating TOMORROW! Holy cats, I didn't think they'd get to him that fast. Today was a busy day of labs and a transfusion (to beef Evan up). I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they can to a spinal as this would not require Evan to be intubated for the surgery. Obviously, I want what is best for Evan, but I'm hoping the anesthesiologist is comfortable with a spinal. With intubation, they'll have to wean him off it and he'll go back to 100% tube feedings. 

I'm really hoping that once the hernia is repaired, Evan won't have so much trouble when he's pushing. It seems as though a lot of his spells are tied to pushing. It would be awesome if we could eliminate that variable.

Where is my thumb?!

Pre milk coma snuggle with Daddy.