Evan was at 1 litre of room air on the high flow vent. They had hoped to wean to room air with no respiratory support by the end of the day, but he was still on the cannula when we left at 11 pm. Technically, anything under 3 litres is not considered high flow.
Evan held us hostage for a while tonight. We fed him and he was still smacking his lips after gulping down the 40 mL. We offered him his paci and he was fine with it for a few minutes until he would realize he wasn't getting milk from it. Then he would start to cry. He'd suck on the paci, then cry. He just kept crying. It was obvious he was still hungry. His nurse thought that he may like a swing. We settled him in it and he calmed down for a minute until he realized he wasn't getting fed. Poor little guy, he just was not happy.
Here's the picture story of Evan's day:
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| How much cryin' does a guy gotta do before he's fed?! |
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| Heh, now I'm happy. Well, for a few minutes at least. |
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| I don't want to be naked! I want to be fed! |
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| I also don't want a sponge bath. I like my stink. I don't like my empty tummy. Feeeeeeeeeed me! |
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| Oh Momma, they never feed me here! |
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| Oh milk! I never thought I was going to eat again! Never! |
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| Week 10 - family photo |
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| Sorry, this isn't cutting it. Feed me again! |
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