Sleeping peacefully, what he does best.

This is Colt while gazing up at me today, not the best angle for the nose....but I thought it was a pretty cute picture.
It looks like I am meant to learn a lesson in patience. I talked with our doctor for awhile this morning about this whole feeding process and being frustrated with it. Here is what she told me: Preemies born at his gestational age almost never go home sooner than 42 weeks (he will be 40 weeks on Friday), and they mostly go home around the 45 week mark. This was the first I had heard of this, so it at least made me feel better that it isn't anything out of the norm. She also said he looks to be on track for going home in the next two weeks, which she believes to be ahead of the game. She said he is doing awesome, better than they would expect. And she reminded me what a miracle it is that he is here, and how well he has done. I seem to have forgotten somewhere along the way that the fact that he survived in itself is a miracle. Then add on top of that the fact that he hasn't had any major complications (this is what she said), because he dodged the heart and stomach issues that plague many preemies. I guess I have been blinded by wanting him home so badly, and how inconvenient the drive has been- that I forgot that he is
a) not supposed to be born yet, and b) extremely blessed with how well he has done thus far.
So while it is easy for me to think why did this happen to us, and why couldn't he have stayed in the belly longer, why did he have to go through this, and why is this still going on.........at the end of the day we are so lucky- actually blessed that we have him. I read a blog written by a woman who lost her son to the NICU recently, and she said she would give anything to make that horrible drive one more time, search for parking endlessly, walk all the way to the hospital from the lot, get in the elevator and trapse through the halls.....if she could just see her son one more time. A trip she thought she hated. That was a lesson in gratitude.
Hopefully that wasn't too heavy for you. On to the update. Colt is doing well. The doctors had rounds today where they decided that he needs to be on another form of anti-reflux medicine. OT saw him this morning, and lately he has been arching his back and grunting while being bottle fed. I noticed this too, but I thought he was trying to poop. But what that means is his acid reflux is acting up, which may account for his reluctance to take the bottle. The tube feeds dump the food straight into the stomach and bypasses the esophagus. But when it is the bottle, his esophagus flap has to do the work by regulating the food down and the acid. So the meds may control the acid in the esophagus, by creating a buffer for him. They put him back to feeds by bottle at every other feeding for one day to give the medicine a chance to work. We called to try again for a transfer now that we surely will be logging more hospital time...and they are still trying to get us a bedspace. We hope they do!