Seven weeks 6 days old

I have to say, we were a little prepared to see Evan back in the isolette when we got to his room today. The nurse will typically leave the isolette next to the open crib for 24 hours to make sure the baby can maintain body heat. Apparently Evan is a little toaster because the isolette was gone from the room. 

Where's Evan!? Guess this hat is still a little too big.

Evan did a little better nursing today. I'm still freaking out about knowing how much he's eating. The nurses just seem so nonchalant about it! Right now, everything is measured and tracked: amount of milk (36 mL every 3 hours at 24 calories), weight of diapers, amount of aspirates (give back on undigested food). When I asked the nurse today about how to tell when Evan has had enough, she laughed and said that every mother that nurses has the same question. But not every mother is breast feeding a preemie!! I think I just have to trust that he will stop eating when he's full (or he'll just have really pudgy kissy cheeks!)

Yo! You with the milk bags. I'll take some of that please.

The doctor also weaned Evan on his respiratory support to 2 litres (he was previously on 3). The litres help give a little pressure to his preemie lungs. Previously, Evan did not tolerate the lowered pressure, but since he started the pulmicort, it seems to have helped. It does seem like he has spells around his eating times. The nurses are quick to say that he spells due to refluxing and that he'll grow out of it. 

I love my anchor hat and I can still grow into it!