As of tonight, our little fighter will be a week old. And what a week it’s been! We’ve come so far — from a sedated, struggling newborn to a wiggly, alert little boy who has captured the heart of every nurse on the unit and is just starting to eat and poop.
Yes, he pooped twice today — I even got to change his diaper! And we started his trophic feeds — he gets about teaspoon of milk every three hours. We’re also giving him a pacifier to help him work on his suck and associate the feeds with that sucking. This will hopefully curb any aversions.
Other than that, there’s honestly not too much of an update today. Ambrose has made such huge leaps in the past week, and from here on out, progress toward release will be a bit slower. Now we have to work on healing his lungs, and getting him used to breathing on his own. He still breathes a little fast — something called tachypnea, which is common in MAS babies. The doctor thinks that it will take him a day or two to regulate his breathing. And when he does that, we can put him on the boob!
I had another busy day today. After a relaxing morning and a long session of holding the babe, I went out to Target to get Starbucks and buy some assorted items I’ve been needing. Because I’m a mom now. Isn’t that what moms do? 😉
Tomorrow we have our big meeting with the neurologist, who’s going to give us her evaluation of Ambrose based on the MRI, the EEG, and how he’s been acting overall. I’m not nearly as worried about what she’s going to say than when we were waiting for the MRI results. I know my kid is doing well. I have all the hope for a bright future for him.