1. Saturday night is bath night in the NICU and Isaac did so well breathing on his own for the 30 minute duration that the nurse obtained orders to discontinue CPAP and switch to a nasal cannula. One step closer to breathing on his own, and so much more comfortable.
|Right after bath time, sans accoutrements|
2. The next day, he was moved into a less fancy isolette, which usually signals that the baby will be ready to move out of the level 3 pod and into a step down pod sometime soon (aka closer to going home)
|This looks so much more comfortable, doesn't it?|
4. Wednesday was Isaac's 1 month birthday. When I held him that night, they swaddled him for the first time. Skin to skin has more benefits, but it was nice to be able to see his face, especially since he is awake more often now, as opposed to practically never just a few weeks ago.
|Low lighting in hopes he'd open his eyes. He didn't take the bait.|
6. On top of that, I spent 3+ hours getting the car's oil changed and tires rotated. Easy enough right? But they couldn't get the tires off because among things stolen in our two-for-one car/apartment break-in back in February was the wheel lock key. I got a discount on labor just for telling them about the theft. Who knows how much money I could have saved if had whipped out a picture of Isaac. $170 later, that's all sorted.
7. And the icing on the cake is that Mark's been out of town since Wednesday, coming back tonight. The cat threw up. And I'm having my gall bladder removed on December 4th.
P.S. If you're worried about me after reading this, know that I'm actually ok. Bluebell Ice Cream and a nap tend to have that effect on me.