Steady Sunday

It's looking like a quiet Sunday here today. Even though we have the unusual situation of our weekend doctor being our usual weekday doctor (I don't think Aly has named him yet.. I'll go with Dr Goodquestion), we have not made any changes over the weekend. There have been times when no change has frustrated me. Today, I feel quite good about it. 

Charlie is on his "trophic" feeds and Aly and I are really keen not to rush things. He looks great and his breathing is near perfect. I know we have to challenge him, he isn't going to be on IVs and ventilators forever, but I am fine with another day of him being stable and comfortable. This prolapsed stoma seems to be one of those issues that is worse for the parents than it is for the doctors. In other words, it looks worse than it actually is. 

Henry has been doing well and we fully expect a feeding plan for him to start early next week. In the meantime, he has been doing a great job of losing the fluid he put on prior to his operation and, warning - proud daddy talk ahead, he looks fabulous. Saturday was Aly's mom's birthday and, as a surprise, we arranged it for her to hold Henry. The nurse and RT were very helpful getting it done and it was really lovely. I am resisting writing too much analysis about it. Actually, after reading, how excellently Kelley Benham wrote for the Tampa Bay Times on the subject of her premature daughter, I feel I should stick to reporting the news and leave the creative writing to the professionals. Don't worry, I am sure I'll get over it. 

Talking of leaving it to the professionals, my photography isn't great but, in my defence, I try not to use a flash too often and that makes for a bit of blur. Here is Henry melting his grandmother's heart for her birthday. 

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