Brendan had a good night last night--he ate from the bottle well and took in his goal (3 ounces every 3 hours). The NICU doctors decided that he could do without his feeding tube, so that was pulled today. He's still on a teensy bit of oxygen, which he'll go home on, but he's nursing and bottle feeding as he wants now. (He's not on a schedule) He's still recovering and I think it'll be a little while before he's back to his ravenous self....but he's slowly but surely making progress.
He continues to smile and coo--quite a bit this morning. There is nothing better than seeing him content and smiling. All of the nurses say how handsome he is. Usually I hear "I've seen a lot of babies, and he is SOOO handsome." or "I just love Brendan--he has such a sweet disposition!" Whenever I can't be at his bedside, a volunteer, his nurse, or even a former nurse of his will hold him. Apparently he gets a lot of visitors while I'm away. :) I'm glad. He already has his posse. By the way, for all of you following Brendan's hair color, I see more red highlights now. His nurse today (this is her 4th day with Brendan because she keeps requesting him) keeps saying that he has my face and Mike's hair :) Go red hair! There's a reason why I married a redhead.....
Last night was kind of funny. I took a picture of him to send to Mike--I was going to retake it because it looked like he was constipated. Then he smiled real big, too quickly for me to take another picture with my phone. I guess I got kind of excited, because then he started crying, like I was mad at him. That was the first time I've seen him really react to my behavior/expression. So cute, but I felt so badly!
Hopefully we'll be home tomorrow. I can't wait to have him back home. Barley even misses him and has been sleeping in his room every night.
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