A Weary Day

Stop me if you've read this before: a surly old battle axe of a nurse, lowering Anders' setting, and deep desaturations.
You're right, it happens about twice a week. This old bag, who wasn't even his nurse, turned him up to 80% when he desated! 80%!!! Not even Pizza Nurse did that! I asked his nurse if that was alright, she answered diplomatically and turned him down. The Battle Axe acted like she ruled the roost. I hope Anders doesn' t have her. He was desaturating in part because he had another eye exam today. He is still progressing with his eyes. They are still underdeveloped, which is normal for an underdeveloped baby. After all, we are still 5 and a half weeks ahead of his original due date.
Here's the good news. Anders is 17.1 inches long, 4lbs 6 oz, and he's breathing room air at half a liter of low flow. That bad news was that he was deeply desaturating while I held him. I'm no doctor, but I do know that he does better when he is weened gradually. So, if you decided to go to room air, then keep him at .75 liters or if you decide to go to .5 liters keep him at 40% O2. I don't want to get a reputation as "those parents" and if I'm going to get mad I will do so about something else, like the Battle Axe's production.
We are both really tired of all of this stuff. The newness is gone, but we can't yet look forward to him getting out. Anders made the leap to Southdale so we don't have an immediate milestone in front of us. We are sort of in the dog days of hospitalization.
I think Anders' early arrival has changed us in ways that we do not even understand yet. A lot of stuff that used to seem stressful seems much less so today, which is mostly good.
Hopefully Anders will have a good night and we will feel refreshed tomorrow.