Yesterday I forgot to mention that due to Cole's lack of infections, they are stopping antibiotic treatment. Not only is this sweet because he no longer needs to be subjected to antibiotics (which are hard on his system in ways that the doctors told me and I have promptly forgotten) but also because they take his IV out! I may have mentioned before the invasiveness of a preemie IV, but let me reiterate: he had a big poofy splint all the way down his arm with miles of tape for securing everything and plastic danglie things for inserting needles. The whole apparatus was unwieldy, and though Cole is normally coordinated enough to gently place his own hand on his head, with this thing attached there was a lot of accidental face bonking going on. Way less cute than the usual random squirmings you see newborns doing.
Anyway, it was a marvelous thing to see his bare arms flailing around flapping like wings and curling up beneath him or reaching out to grasp things that may or may not have been there.
Last night I got to hold him again. It was great! He feels much bigger and heavier now, though that may be entirely in my head. Can I really tell the difference between 2 pounds and 2.4 pounds? Who cares, he's growing! A couple times, I selfishly thought that holding him while he's hooked up to CPAP is way less awesome than holding him while he's on the ventilator. He has a big plastic helmet surrounding his beautiful little head, he makes crazy wheezing noises from the constant flow of air, and he vibrates strangely because the whole thing bubbles. Then logic would kick in and I'd remember that he's way more comfortable, and way less supported; doing all his breathing with his very own lungs. Good stuff.
While holding him, it was so great to just feel his weight and warmth; a sleepy little blob on my chest. I must admit though, I liked it when he'd get annoyed or uncomfortable because then he'd wriggle around and readjust himself. Does that make me a terrible person? I just love to feel his little wheels turning.
Kate took some photos last night but they're still on the camera. I didn't have time to upload them because after returning from the Hospital I took off my shoes, crawled upstairs, and crashed instantly.
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Adam and Kate -
I am so thrilled for all three of you that Cole is gaining weight and able to move more freely. Pretty amazing how much he's progressing and the strength this little guy has. Cole, you're my idol. :)
Love,
Jo
New pictures please!
isn't it so crazy how we take for granted how easy it us for us to breathe? cole is such a tough little one the way he is working so hard on these things that will later come naturally and without struggle. the fact that he's such a little pugilist (aka figher go me with the s.a.t. word usage for no particular reason!) just shows the strength of his character and his destined-ness for greatness. no surprise when I think about the fabulousness of his perfect parents (and of course the terrificness of his aunts, uncles, grandparents, great aunts and great uncles, cousins, friends, supporters and admirers) so yes our little bird is flapping those wings and I really feel that all the birds in the proverbial family tree are going to help this little sparrow leave the nest in tip top shape ready to take on the world! because who doesn't love an underdog/underbird or a ridiculous drawn out extended metaphor???? LOVE YOU ALL OODLES
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