What a week...

I think I can safely say that this has been the most exhausting week of our lives. That might even qualify as an understatement. But since I haven't posted in a day-and-a-half, I'm starting to get blog withdrawl. It's not pretty. So in order to feed my habit and yours, let's do an update.

So much has happened in the past two days, and yet it seems like we're no closer to actually having Theo home with us. He's done so well on all his feeds, taking whole bottles and even now starting to breastfeed reliably. It all looks good, really. Oh, wait, except for the one feeding.

Let me tell you about the one feeding. Theo's on a Q-3 feeding schedule (like my medical terminology?), which means that he feeds every three hours. He must feed, must get a certain amount, and must get it within half-an-hour. If you recall a while back, I said that in order to come home he needs to be taking 100% of his feeds via bottle or breast for two days straight and have weight gain in order to be sent home. All this has been fine and good, except that every day on a very consistent basis he's just too tired to take his 4:00am feed (can you blame him?). For a day and a half we've managed to get away with feeding him less (the nurses are very sypathetic to our cause; that and they want their nursery to be less full than it is), but this morning the nurse insisted on putting his feeding tube back in his nose for the sake of 20 mL. So all of that progress is now completely shot, just because he had less than one tablespoon left in his bottle.

Obviously, Steph and I are pretty upset about this. He was so close. That's when we decided enough was enough, and it was time to take matters into our own hands (*shocking/scary music inserted here*). I'll have that story in the next update I give (I'm trying to keep these postings short). See you then...