Stage 1, Take 2

Jordan now weighs 9 pounds 2 ounces. He has outgrown most of his preemie clothes and we are trying to get him into the others one last time. That Paddington bear outfit from the summer? The pants don’t fit anymore. My sister came to visit us in the summer and bought size 1 diapers and I thought he would never fit into diapers that big. He now fits. I remember the first bottle he took was just over an ounce. Last night, he took 6 ounces at 4am. I’m so glad that wasn’t my turn to feed him. Of course, I got it coming out the other end at 7 am. We visited the pediatrician today where he had a checkup and shots. The shots were so funny. The nurse and grandma were in a lot of pain. Jordan cryed as long as the needle was in, then he immediately stopped. He even slept the entire 45 minute ride home. I know it will be worse when he gets older, but he gets fussier when he’s hungry. We also have a little thanksgiving present. Starting tomorrow, we will try putting a little rice cereal in with his formula. That will actually give him even more calories. At this rate, we’ll have to stop calling him Ali and start calling him meatloaf.

Yesterday he visited the eye doctor forwhat we hoped would be the last time. It turns out that his eyes have gotten a little worse. He is now at stage 1 ROP again. It isn’t a worry, but of course needs to be closely monitored. The eye doctor initially thought we turned up the oxygen because it was so unexpected. Well, we had to go back to the clinic for the pulmonologist anyway. The next appointments for the specialists are on Pearl Harbor day. He should be about 30 pounds by then if my calculations are right.