The Story of Nicholas' Early Arrival: Big Boy Tried A Bottle

Monday, February 16, 2009

Big Boy Tried A Bottle

Nicholas got to try a bottle for the first time today. His nurse put 15ml in a bottle and I got to give it to him and he did it! He did drop his heart rate and de-sat when I tried to burp him but that's ok. Then she added more to the bottle and he did it again and didn't drop his heart rate or de-sat. Mark, his nurse, and I were all so impressed that he did so well on his first try. He got the rest of his feeding through the feeding tube. They are going to try 1 feeding a day from the bottle until after his shunt surgery next Monday, then they will increase the bottle feedings.

He had an eye exam today too and his eyes are healing nicely. They look really good now and they will check them again next week.

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Stan the ManFebruary 16, 2009 at 7:55 PM
A bottle, huh? Awesome. And it only gets better. Wait til you try some Diet Coke. Glad your eyeballs seem better. And good luck with next week's surgery. Keep up the good work, dude.
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UnknownFebruary 16, 2009 at 11:10 PM
Way to go, Nicholas! We're so happy you took the bottle so easily. Prayers keep coming your way.
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Aunt Heather :)February 17, 2009 at 12:24 AM
What a good day for Nicholas. I am so happy he is taking to feeding so well!
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JCMatthewsFebruary 17, 2009 at 12:46 PM
Wow! He's just like his Daddy on the feeding when he was just born...Mark couldn't get enough of that bottle...I don't think Nick is going to have any problems eating....and that's a good thing...in the begining
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The Story of Nicholas' Early Arrival

Monday, February 16, 2009

Big Boy Tried A Bottle

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