Eight weeks old

Our favorite little stinky man is eight weeks old today (34 weeks GA). He continues to take 36 mL via his NG tube. We're breast feeding/bottle once a shift. Evan was quite the champ today while nursing. I'm still freaked out that he's not getting enough, but he still gets his milk (with fortifier) down his nose tube. 

I'm a growin' boy! Someone feed me!

Where are my hands!?
Why did Dad have to discover the mittens on my onzie today!?

Little man continues to impress (disgust?) us with his farts. He is definitely all Andrew's son. :) I helped give Evan a tub bath today (a first for me). I expected him to let us know how much he hated it, but he seemed really happy. Actually, thinking about it now he was way too happy about the bath. Now that I'm reflecting on it, I think his little grin was due to the fact that he could pee in the water. Boys.

Do I like this? I think I do, but I don't want to let on just in case.

Okay, I think I'm clean enough!

Evan's respiratory support continues to hold steady at 2 litres (for pressure) and about 30% O2. I would really like to see him move off the high flow cannula and onto regular oxygen. I think this would help with bottling/nursing and just be more comfortable for him. He's constantly pulling the cannula out of his nose. It has to be uncomfortable to have constant air blowing up his nose. While he was taking his bath and getting weighed, he wasn't hooked up to the oxygen and he did perfect. I think he may be faking his dependency on the oxygen juuuuust a little.

What? You smelt it, you dealt it!

(Yes, he did go through two outfits today. Evan also takes after his grandfather in that he can't eat without spilling on his shirt!)