Today Liam is one week old. That seems pretty amazing. Time has certainly flown by. And today was a great way to celebrate his one weeker: more good news. He was off his respiratory support all day yesterday (the "nasal canula") but they left the white tape that secures the canula to his face just in case he needed it again. Today they decided bye-bye canula, so the tape (what I have been lovingly calling his "milk mustache") is gone.
He hasn't had any long duration Bradys for three days, and he hasnt had even the slightest Brady at all in the last 24 hours. The Preemie book I was reading last night said that sometime between 34 and 35 weeks the Bradys usually go away on their own and go away for good. So fingers crossed that our little man has permenantly left them behind. No matter how much the nurses assure me that bradys are expected for a preemie, I still don't like them. There is something awful about your son's heart rate dropping.
I got another nice surprise when I showed up today: he was no longer in his "giraffe" warming bed. They had it off all day yesterday to check to see if he was maintaining his own temperature, and he did well all day, so today he moved from the giraffe warming bed into a regular ole crib. Holding his temperature in a regular crib is one of the milestones he has to achieve before he can go home, so that's awesome.
So that means also that instead of being all naked w/diaper, he is now wrapped in a too-big shirt (really? why is it so big I wonder, because he's a good size for a preemie) and socks! Cute little fuzzy blue socks. I don't know why I was so smitten with the sight of his little socks, but I suppose it is just another first ("Oh buddy! your first little socks!") for me to gush and adore. I tried to pretend like I wasn't going to be one of those gushy mothers, and who was I kidding? I gush like crazy.
Now that he's not on the warmer we are also trying to swaddle him a little, both to help him maintain his body heat and to comfort him. So I arrived today to find a Liam Burrito. Adorable.
I held him while we fed him by gavage tube at 10, then he slept against me kangaroo care style for the next three hours. Having learned that this requires some endurance on my part, today I had a giant oatmeal breakfast with added protein, and then I ate a yogurt and a high fiber bar right before coming into the NICU. I held him from 10 to 1 (he eats and gets his stats taken every 3 hours), at 1 I changed him and the nurse let me be the one to take his temperature. When I changed him at 10 I hadn't put the diaper on snug enough, so about ten minutes later while holding him skin to skin I was peed on. Worth a good laugh. But when I changed it at 1 I learned from my earlier mistake and snugged it up.
At 1 he was awake and alert enough that we decided to try another nursing session. He's still not a trooper, and couldnt take all his nutrition that way, but each time we try he shows steady progress. So he tries to nurse for a while, I help him as much as possible, and then we feed him by gavage tube while he's at the breast so that he learns to associate suckling with the warm good feeling of being full.
And he's doing great on his feedings. He's up to 25 mL today, and so long as he keeps doing well he'll keep going up by 5 mL until he gets to 40 mL "full feedings" and then we can stop the IV entirely. At that point he'll just have to work on taking all his feedings by mouth (breast or bottle).