Ace hit the big 5 pounds last night. He's taking 2 bottles a day now, and he only desats when being burped. He still has about 1 apnea per day, but usually the nurses don't have to go to his bed to wake him up, he wakes up all by himself.
All of his preemie-wear says "up to 5 pounds." So that's what it feels like when expensive clothing gets worn only once, if at all.
Jason and Regan sent the most adorable, collared and spiffy preemie onesie for him, and that was going to be the official coming-home outfit. Maybe he'll still fit in it when he comes home. If not, they sent another, equally adorable, collared and spiffy newborn outfit. He'll come home in that. Or naked. Whatevs.
(By the way, thanks, Jason and Regan, for those outfits. The envelope you sent them in mysteriously wound up in the trash, even after I dug it out once to retain your address. So this is your official thank-you note.)
1 week ago