Jordan has done 2 new things this weekend. They were both absolutely adorable. First, he smiled. He was asleep and didn’t consciously do it. He was not responding to anything we did or said. He was just exercising his face muscles, but he did smile. He did it several times during all 3 days, and was asleep every time. It was so adorable. I don’t know when he will do that on purpose, but that will be a very good day. Jordan has also exposed a little bit of personality this weekend. I used to think that he hated getting his diaper changed. Heck, I’m sure he used to hate it. Not the case anymore. When we change him now, it is an absolute formula. He wets himself. We open the diaper. He goes all stiff. He tenses his tummy and kicks his legs straight out. It’s as if he tenses every muscle below his hips. He starts frowning and twisting his body around. He does not relax until he passes gas – or passes something else. There have been several times when we have gone through 2 or 3 diapers in one changing. There were two times this weekend where I changed a wet diaper and got him back in his clothes only to hear evidence that it is unlikely that he was still wearing a clean diaper. He doesn’t like to stool until he is naked. He sometimes does stool with a diaper on, but the only time he tries to stool is when he has no diaper. I have started to just unfasten the diaper and give him a good 30 seconds before I open it up. As soon as he is done with his work, he gets this look of peace and serenity on his face. I get a look of surprise and horror.
I don’t know when it happened, but I have become spoiled rotten. I have somehow gotten the idea that a good day is a day when he moves forward. 2 months ago, a good day was a day when he did not move backwards. A good day isn’t a day when they lower his oxygen flow. A good day is when they don’t have to raise it. He is on the same oxygen flow as he was a week ago – 1 liter per hour. He is on the same feeding schedule as a week ago – bottle every other feed. He is in a crib this week rather than a isolette. In the last 5 days he has gained an ounce despite the diuretics. He has even outgrown his hats. He isn’t home yet, and might not be any closer than yesterday, but check out the post from 2 months ago and look at what the definition of a good day used to be.
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Rule #1 of changing a boy: never leave him uncovered for a second. There seems to be am innate desire to aim at something when a male urinates. As an adult, it's the deodorizer in the urinal. As an infant, it's daddy's nose.
So happy for all of you. I'm glad to see there are so many good days and I hope there are many more to come.
I keep telling you Jordan is special: barely 3 months old and he's halfway potty trained! Now all you have to do is teach him to walk to the toilet, and undo his own diaper, you're done!
This is definitely one of the most "Awww" (no, not "awe") inspiring posts to this blog- Something about a baby trying to defecate on his parents just makes you smile inside. But the funniest one is still Forbidden Love, hands down.
So glad to hear that Jordan is keeping you on your toes. Beware: boys like to "get you" so always be aware when you are changing Jordan!
Glad to hear that the good days are more and more frequent. One day soon the NICU will be a distant memory (it may not seem like it- but I promise it is true).
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