Our big boy

You might think we were upset that Miles had to stay a few more days in the NICU. Quite the contrary, it has turned out to be a very good thing for all of us. If he had come yesterday, we would have handled it and it would have been fine. But these extra days have given us time to relax, milk the most out of the nurses and for Dave, finish up work so he is able to take a couple weeks off.

Miles has a few more days to mature, which like time in the womb, every day counts! He becomes more stable every day, and the ever ominous oxygen sat levels stay in the lofty 90s even when he eats. Back when he was learning to nipple feed, we'd often see them plunge to the 40s because he forgot to breathe when he swallowed. And thanks to the encouragement from a crew of amazing nurses this week, I am breastfeeding Miles at every feed for as long as he can go. Last night, he stayed on the boob for a long 45 minutes and only needed half of his bottle afterward to satiate himself.

Today is the carseat test. Miles sits in his carseat for an hour while still hooked up to the monitors to ensure he doesn't desat or have any Brady's. Another family's scheduled departure was thrown off when their little girl had a Brady in the carseat. Fortunately that kind of Brady doesn't "count" except to figure out a better position for him in the seat.

Miles is now 5 pounds, 4 ounces and looks like a different baby from the one we met 6 weeks ago, except for his beautiful blonde hair.