Oh good grief...

Travis had a handful of mike and ikes and I asked if I could have one. He said "sure" and I asked which color he wanted me to take. He replied, any one you want. I put my hand out so he could give me one. He dumped one into my palm, and quickly said "no, you can't have the red one" and took it back. But then he gave me two pink ones, so I guess it's okay.

I suppose this is the type of thing that keeps us sane.

What doesn't keep us sane is when doctors is when say that his surgery is going to be the 16th. Every doctor we've talked to said that that's entirely unacceptable. They're going to try and do better. We were supposed to get a date today, but that didn't happen. If he had to wait until then, he'd be sitting there making no progress on anything, because of his vent. We can't handle being around here for another week doing absolutely nothing.

Micah is doing really surprisingly well. They got him up to full feeds as of 6 am this morning. He hasn't had morphine for the last 24 hours. He's doing better than I would do. I got to hold him tonight, which was great.

Sometimes we get really frustrated (because honestly, who wouldn't at this point) but we know we have it a lot better than some. It could be a lot worse. There's a set of twins that could use some prayer. They were about 1 1/2 pounds when they were born, and one was stable enough to bring to Childrens, but the other is still at another hospital. The one at Childrens is in our "pod" and isn't doing very well today... his name is Alex, I don't know what his brothers name is. "Not very well" is a relative term... everyone in the ICU isn't doing "very well", but doing "not very well" in the NICU is another thing. Considering this, we think we're pretty lucky.

Here's our sweeties one month handprint. (he has big hands!)

He's now 21" long and 7 pounds 3 oz. His weight went way up after surgery, but I think this is pretty accurate. He's getting so big!