Well, he’s gone and done it.
Jack has stepped-down. Although different from “getting down”, seeing him out of his isolette did make me want to dance around like a proud daddy.
At his weigh in he wiggled and almost weighed five pounds.
So while I was feeding him, he scared the shit out of me again. See, every time he’s eaten from the bottle, it’s had this red nipple on it. The reason they use the red one is that it’s not too hard to get the milk through, in fact if you turn it over, some milk will leak right out.
Anyhow, I’m feeding him, and he’s slurping away and then I see that his stats are plummeting. Crap. The nurse was not hovering over me at the time, so when I loudly proclaimed “I need help right now”, she came over.
We sat him up for a sec, turned his oxygen level up and his color quickly returned.
The nurse was not even slightly phased, and she explained why:
“Jack is getting bigger, and he’s sucking too hard for that red nipple. He took too much in and he choked for a second. It’s time for the yellow nipple.”
Simple.
Sarah did a quick nipple swap and then we were off to the races. More sucking, and more breathing. One of my favorite combinations.
