Pajamas

The days seem to be getting better than the day before. We walked in and found Max in
his incubator with little pj's on which meant he had no CPAP or oxygen in his nose, nor the superhero goggles or biliruben light shining down on him. He had also gone from 8 ml's of food last night to 12 ml's, and while we were there they pushed it up to 16 ml's. His digestion is finally getting the hang of things.

Not only did Annie get to change a nice, messy, black diaper, but she also got to try feeding him again. Not quite there yet, but there are signs of progress. We both were able to hold and rock him for quite a long time, thanks to Supermax deciding he didn't need some of Sparrow's high-tech assistance for the time being.

We all like taking steps forward...