Anders continues to make good slow progress. He now gets 44 mils of food every three hours. When he demonstrates a willingness, he is bottle fed. He has taken as much as 10 mils of food from the bottle. When he is done, he is done, however. Anders sort of shuts down when he doesn't want to eat anymore. Anders now weighs a robust 5 lbs 9 oz.
They might scale back his calorie enriched formula early next week since it has led to some constipation. I have decided that watching a constipated baby struggle to perform the necessary function is a distant second in "hard things to watch" after desaturation. They might start giving him pear juice to clear things up in the not too distant future. In the meantime, his nurse took a return trip to suppository city. I will stop discussing my son's stoppedupedness now.
I think Anna believes these posts will be read at his wedding toast. Well, to Adult Anders, just pay it forward, My Boy. This problem is sort of like having returned home from a harrowing winter drive where you have been on black ice, almost skidded out of control, nearly been stuck in a ditch, narrowly avoided getting broad-sided, and now the garage door won't open because it's too cold outside. This is the frozen garage door of Anders' problems--minor, annoying, and almost funny. This too will pass (we hope!). It's been a long nine weeks folks. It feels good to laugh!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
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