So while Sarah was at the hospital today, two things happened. One on purpose, and the other… well keep reading.
So one of the big tests that Jack has to pass before he can come home is he has to be able to breathe and eat at the same time. Now, I know that for some of you this isn’t much of a challenge, while others of you have mastered the art of drinking wine while laying completely flat on your back, but remember, Jack is much smaller than you.
So imagine my surprise when I got an IM from Sarah saying that Jack ate 5cc’s of milk from a bottle. While breathing. Like he was eating AND breathing. Like at the same time like.
So that’s pretty major. But the hits just keep on coming. So, Sarahs’ in there, talkin’ to the nurses, and one of ’em asks “So is everything ready for Jack at home?”….
What did they mean “home”? Like, I was thinking that he would just stay at the NICU ’till he was 18. Is that not how this works? Crap. I wish someone had mentioned this to me earlier.
Now its not happening anytime soon, and like Sarah said, they only give us like two days notice. But it’s pretty radical that its even being mentioned at all. And particularly since it’s usually so hard to get anything out of the nurses. That must be a good sign. I hope.
Lastly, I’m re-posting this picture. I realize that it amounts to a rerun, but it’s friggin’ awesome and this is our blog and I can do whatever I want. So there.
Oh. He now weighs 1795 grams, and he is very very close to the four pound mark. Sweet!