Play time!

Grandma and Grandpa bought Mason a play mat when they were visiting. Mason loves it! He played so hard he wore himself out!

Videos of Mason

"The Mason Bounce"
When Mason gets fussy, there is a certain way you can hold him that will almost always calm him down. Dad named it the "Mason Bounce".



https://youtu.be/60VxdrLCeqY

"2 am play time"
After Mason's 2 am feeding, he was awake and active. He didn't care that Mommy wanted to sleep. He wanted to play. So he kept flashing that too cute for words grin and melted my heart. I can't be mad at being awake at 2 am with that smile.



https://youtu.be/7MBXUE2mFyE

Snip Snip

Since Mason had to go to the NICU right away he was not able to be circumcised in the hospital right after he was born. We had to wait to get the ok from the doctor and a referral to an urologist. The earliest we could get an appointment was two weeks after he came home. Typically doctors don't like doing the procedure once they get a certain age and weight but we luckily slid right under those restrictions.

When we were in the waiting room Mason was a very happy baby. I don't know if it was the full belly or if he was finally feeling better after having a tiny stomach bug over the long weekend. As we played and smiled at each other I kept apologizing for what was about to happen. I wouldn't have felt so bad if he was fussy and cranky. But to do THAT when he was so happy and content broke my heart.

The doctors said he slept through the procedure and we're surprised how little he cried afterwards. I was happy to hear he wasn't screaming but it made me sad too. I guess he was use to the poking and pricking from the NICU. The person that mailed me the packet of information and forms forgot to include the very important instructions. On that paper it said to bring a bottle and food to feed baby after the procedure is over. They wait 20 minutes and check the area again to make sure it looks good before they let you go home. The bottle is to keep baby calm while you wait... Yeah that would have been great to know. The one time I don't bring a bottle and food because we weren't going to be gone long is the one time I needed it more than ever! Thankfully they offered sugar water on the pacifier to help keep him calmish. He still screamed but it wasn't too bad.

Poor guy screamed the entire car ride home. By the time we got there he was asleep so I let him sleep in the car seat. I was not disturbing him after his tramatic morning. Shortly after he woke up screaming again but I had a bottle ready. He stuffed himself then passed out. I sure hope he gets some sleep today. I have a house to get ready for grandparents!

Laying on the magical pillow after eating. I hope he sleeps the day away so he is not in much pain.

Big sister, little brother

Auburn is still warming up to Mason. She will barely touch him but she will lay very close to him. I am slowly bringing him closer and closer to her. Maybe one day she will give in and snuggle with him. I think he will have to stop crying in order for that to happen. Ha!

Lizard, lizard

So today we walked into the house to find a lizard in our kitchen. Now, any of you that know me well will know I am terrified of lizards. When I was little, Pops use to grab them by the tail and throw them at me when I walked out the back door of their house. So that kinda scared me for life. I am sure they are sweet and innocent and all that but when they are flung at your head they are not cute or friendly. So when I saw our new roommate I freaked the hell out! I can do roaches, ants, spiders (kinda), and all sorts of other critters but lizards and snakes are on the HELL no list. We kinda just stood there at first, still processing that there was a lizard in our kitchen. I screamed and ran to get Mason off the floor. Then we tried to formulate a plan to get the critter outside again. The plan, call someone else to help. :) Doug's dad was luckily not busy so he headed our way.

Thankfully Auburn was at the groomers. I can only imagine what she would have done. If she didn't run upstairs to hide from it she would have ate it. Now that would not be a mess I would want to come home to or clean up. Yuck!

Of course, we had just came from grocery shopping so we had a car load of stuff that needed to be put in the fridge. Unfortunately, the lizard was in between us and the fridge. So Doug brought them in to get them out of the hot car. That left me on lizard duty. He had ran under the stove and my job was to watch and see if he came out and if he did I was suppose to make sure he didn't get out of the kitchen  (ha, like that was going to happen). So I began screaming when he poked his head out from under the fridge. Doug relieved me so I grabbed Mason and ran upstairs.

Within minutes of Doug's dad arriving they had caught the little guy and put him back outside  (on the other side of the parking lot, far away from our house :) ). His dad just picked him up like it was nothing. Uh, makes my skin crawl just thinking about it! What really gets me is, how long was he in the house... When did he sneak in? How did he get in? And what must I burn that he touched? I am going to have nightmares for weeks! And I am going to be on the lookout every second of the day for another one. Eeek!!!

Who does Mason look like?

Well, I still have not compared one of Doug's baby pictures to Mason; however, I can see a lot of me in Mason. What do you think?

Smile!

Mason smiles all the time but NEVER when I have a camera close by. I will sit in front of him with my camera ready and he will make every face in the book but a smile. I swear he knows what I want and is being a pain on purpose. He needs to learn now that mommy will be documenting his every move so he better start smiling. After many trial and errors I was finally able to capture a few smiles. I hope he doesn't keep making me work so hard to get a picture of those precious smiles. We got too many family members wanting to see them!

Mason's tummy update

A couple of Thursdays ago Mason started screaming. You know, that cry that is more of a scream that never stops, gets louder and louder, and won't stop no matter what you do. So after two nights of no sleep I called the pediatrician and got an appointment for that Saturday. We were told to decrease how much he was eating and to feed him on demand instead of at a scheduled time. After a few days he was feeling a bit better but he was still pretty fussy and gassy. The poor guy has the worst farts. Some days I feel like all he does is fart. We have to keep room freshener on hand to keep the air breathable. At our weight check appointment that Wednesday we got some medicine for acid reflux. The doctor told us to try that for a week and if it didn't work we should try switching his formula. Well the medicine helped some but still not enough. After another day of no sleep and screaming, on Sunday we switched from Similac to Enfamil and from regular to Gentlease for gas, fussing, and crying. Doug's dad came over the first night and stayed up with him so Doug and i could get a good night of sleep. It had been awhile and we were in much need of it. Thankfully, everything improved immediately on the new formula. He still gets a little gassy but he only gets fussy when he is hungry or needs a diaper changed. We have had very little screaming and much more sleep. He has even been staying awake most of the day and sleeping almost all night. He has only been waking up to eat and for the past few nights that is only one time. It's been amazing! I really hope the trend continues. I do miss my free time during the day when he use to be napping but I will take the uninterrupted sleep at night over that! Since the formula change has worked so well I think we can rule out colic and food allergy for now. Hopefully we will not have to put those back on the table in the future.

I think up all night, screaming, don't know what is wrong, and crying mom and dad is something all parents have to go through. It's like a right of passage. Or some cruel hazing/initiation process. Maybe even a preparation for what is to come throughout the next 20-30 years. And just when you think it can't get any worse, it does. Every parent goes through it for a few months (or longer depending on what is causing the problem and how long it takes to figure it out) and it's not until then that you truly earn that Mom/Dad badge. I know all parents would prefer to get sleep and have a child not in enough discomfort they scream all day/night but it makes them stand a little taller when it's over because they survived it. I suggest a ribbon decal parents can put on their cars. "I survived the first months of being a new parent" You could make it the color of poop. :)

Mason is guaranteed to pitch a fit when you give him a bath, change his diaper, or burp him. The burping is actually pretty ridiculous. When you lean him forward on your lap he will push against you trying to lay back down. He wants to eat, not burp. Since we are interrupting that he let's us know. Then he will turn his head, look up at you, and give you this "please don't do this to me" look. He will start crying and keep pushing back until you get him to burp or give up and put the bottle back in his mouth. It's the most pitiful and ridiculous thing all at the same time. 

Thursday Doug started not feeling well. He was up all night with an upset stomach. We were not sure if he ate something that didn't agree with him, had a little bit of a bug, or just had an upset stomach. Well, Friday evening Mason started having one dirty diaper after another. So I guess it was a bug and Doug passed it on to Mason. Thankfully he was not very irritated by it. He never got fussy until he needed a diaper changed. And it didn't curb his appetite at all. Ha! We kept an eye on his temperature and "consistency" of his diapers to make sure we didn't need to make an appointment with the doctor on Saturday. But by late Friday night he was sound asleep and happy. He didn't have a dirty diaper the rest of the night so we were able to get a good nights sleep. By Saturday morning he was his normal pooping self again. 

Party in the back

Mason is a true southerner. He literally came out with a mullet! He is business in the front and party in the back!

This picture was taken about a week ago. See how long and thick it is at the bottom?!

I am really interested to see what color his hair comes out as. Right now it has a red tint to it. But it has blonde and brown too. One of my Dad's brothers and his son have red hair so it is definitely a possibility. I will be so jealous if it comes out strawberry blonde or auburn colored (which would be so fitting!). I have always wanted my hair to be those colors.

Auburn and her little brother

We have been home a week now and Auburn is still adjusting to having Mason at home. For the most part, she doesn't interact with him. She will come up to him and sniff him every now and then but that is about it. She is taking the love from afar relationship route. We are working on developing the relationship by putting him right next to her. I laid his head on her stomach and she didn't react at all. So I am taking that as she didn't hate it. :) I will repeat his name to her when he is right next to her so she can learn his name. I will say, "Give Mommy kisses", have her give me kisses, then say "Give Mason kisses". She knows the first one but is still working on giving Mason kisses. I will even say, "Mommy loves Auburn" (and look at her) then, "Mommy loves Mason" (and look at him). She doesn't act jealous or mean towards him at all. I thought she might come over to us and try to steal our attention when we were holding him or playing with him; however, she just lays close by. I always pet her when I have a free hand. That way she doesn't get less attention than him and knows I care for them both. I am not sure if she is still checking things out or if she has gone into protector mode. She is still sleeping all up on me and that could be because Mason is next to me in the bassinet or her spot in the middle of the bed is now being taken up by the bouncy chair we will put him in to sleep (keeps him propped up which helps with the digestive issues.) When he is close by she will angle herself to where she faces him. She always comes running when he cries. I think she is making sure he is ok but it could be just to inspect what is making all that commotion. I guess we will need a bit longer for them to become best friends. I guess I can try and have Mason give her a treat. That will win her over! :)

Such a personality!

Mason has such a personality already. I can't even count how many faces he makes in this video!



https://youtu.be/jH2VHN6jqX4

Want more baby pictures?

Ok, you got it! :)

Hanging out with Mommy

Getting ready to head home!

Mason's going home outfit that his Pops (Doug's Grandfather) got him

First Family Photo

Walking down the NICU hallway for the last time thankfully with Mason in hand

First car ride!

Meeting Auburn

Cuddle time!

Keeping us on our toes

 Just bouncing around and being silly!

Mommy = pillow for all

Love that smile!

Warming up after our first tub bath

Mommy's little Monster (and burrito)

"I am thinking..."

Getting nakey (Mason not Doug) for the first pediatrician appointment

NICU to home (4h - 9th)

Monday afternoon I got on the phone and got a bunch of stuff checked off the to do list. I called the medivac people to give them our insurance info, the Pediatrician to schedule Mason's first appointment, my work's HR office to make sure I had all the info for insurance purposes, and my ob/gyn to reschedule my appointment tomorrow  (needed it earlier in the morning so we could go get Mason and take him home). We were going to have a busy few days ahead of us so we were getting in prep mode. We had a few things to do around the house but we were pretty much set. 

Mason passed his hearing test so the only thing left was the MRI and car seat test. I got the wonderful privilege of watching the required videos the NICU makes parents watch before being discharged. I stayed awake but it wasn't easy. Especially with Mason passed out in my arms. The main medivac doctor came by to see us and check in on Mason. She was super nice and really helped put me at ease the day he was flown to DC. I was pleasantly surprised when she popped her head in. Its always great seeing familiar faces. Especially ones that helped Mason get better. She was thrilled to see how well he was doing so quickly. So far, everyone that said they would come by or call and check in on Mason had. Even the NICU in Annapolis called. We have had some pretty amazing people helping little Mason get better. We have been very fortunate. 

Tuesday morning we had to get up early for my check up in Annapolis. It had been awhile since this old body had seen 6 am. I got up and going pretty good but by 9 I started fading. I called the NICU and confirmed we were still a go for discharge that afternoon. My doctor said I was healing nicely (on a degree scale of 1 to 3 I had a 3rd degree... Ouch! :( ).  After the appointment we made a quick trip to Target because we love to spend gobs of money there. Especially when I get in the baby clothes section. :) There is always something we need from Target. It's dangerous! 

The last time we left Annapolis and headed to DC was when Mason was medivaced there. Now, here we were, almost two weeks later making the same trip. But this time we are taking him home instead of dropping him off. It was a surreal feeling. Still very hard to believe we had went through what we did. For the past few days the doctors kept saying how sick he was when he came in. Maybe they didn't want to worry me but it wasn't until now that it clicked. He was really sick and they were really worried about him. The discharge doctor even said he was very close to needing the invasive ECMO treatment. It is a miracle that we are getting to take him home so quickly. We do have to do developmental check ups at Children's starting at 4 months but to walk out of there within two weeks was just amazing. The required to be discharged MRI looked pretty good but they said there was a very small sign that oxygen was not delivered appropriately to his brain for a very small timeframe. Unfortunately there is no way of knowing if any damage was caused until he gets older, hence why we have to do the developmental check ups. Also, since the nitric oxide treatment has only been used for 10 years they are still studying the effects it has on children long term. So most of the check ups will be research based. 

The wait to be discharged felt longer than what it actually was. The doctor had to type everything up and do a final evaluation. Once that was done we were out the door. I was kinda surprised how easy and uneventful it was. He did good in the car seat and slept almost the entire way home. We were about 10 minutes from the house when he realized it was 3:30 which was half an hour past when he was suppose to be fed. So he screamed at us the rest of the way home. Ha! My first feeding outside the hospital happened in the car in front of the house. As soon as Doug put the car in park I grabbed him up and stuck the bottle in his mouth. We felt horrible for making him wait but there was no way I was taking him out of that car seat before we got home. For payback he decided to not nap between his 3 and 6 o'clock feeding so he wanted to sleep during his 6 o'clock feeding. Oh the personality already! Luckily, he was exhausted after that and passed out so we could eat some dinner. 

Auburn did really good meeting Mason. She sniffed him... a lot! She even gave him a few kisses on his legs. I think she is very confused at the moment but she doesn't seem jealous or hateful towards him. It didn't help we brought him in and 20 minutes later the BG&E guy came by to install our smart meter. She was really thrown for a loop with Mason and some random man in the house. Poor thing. 

So the first night was mostly uneventful for me. Doug did the midnight feeding and I got 3 am one. I got about 5 hours of sleep thanks to that. Since we had been up and moving since 5 am, it was much appreciated and needed. Mason paid me back though. He peed on me twice in one diaper change at 3 am! I took the first diaper off and was in process of securing the second when the first shot was made. He got my pants, new diaper, couch, and blankets. Then when I was taking the second, now wet diaper off he fired off the second shot. I used the second diaper to shield myself so I had to put on a third diaper. Doug thought it was hilarious. I can't wait for Mason to soak him one day.

Wednesday we had the first pediatrician appointment. The NICU required us to have one within two days of being discharged. We were able to see our preferred pediatrician that had already seen him when he was in Annapolis's NICU. Since he was familiar with Mason and his condition it made the appointment go quicker. He said Mason looked good for how sick he was just a couple of weeks ago. Mason had gained weight which is what we need to hear every time we have a check up. He was not happy about  being back in a doctors office and the heal prick thing they did really pissed him off. But since he is do cute the nurses didn't mind him screaming at the top of his lungs. (Or maybe they are just use to it but I am going with cuteness.)

I cooked dinner that evening. Made a big casserole so we would have leftovers. I chose one of Doug's favorites, hamburger and zucchini casserole. He hasn't had it in 9 months since the thought of ground beef made me gag. Ryan came by to bring Mason a welcome home present and us some food.

For Mason's 9 pm feeding, i took him upstairs to the master bedroom. I figured i would put him in the bassinet and go to bed after we were done. When i changed his diaper, he peed all over the comforter... Thankfully we have a thick comforter so nothing soaked through and we have an extra blanket we can use on the bed until we get it dry cleaned. 

By Thursday Mason was eating very well for me. Getting about 80 cc's each time. Best part, he goes right to sleep after each feed and we have to wake him up for the next feed. I can't wait until we don't have to feed him every 3 hours so he/we can sleep more. We did his first at home bath that evening. He got sponge baths in the hospital but since his belly button scab was long gone thanks to the iv they had in his belly button we did a "tub" bath. The tub we got has a sling for newborns to sit in. That way they are only partially submerged in the water and we don't have to hold him up the entire time while trying to bathe him and not drown him. That's way too much stress! The sling made things a lot simpler. He did better with the tub than he did with the sponge bath. He still cried but it never turned into that scream cry babies do when you really piss them off. I hope we did everything correctly. Trying to keep him warm while drying him off and putting his diaper, lotion, and clothes on was a fiasco. That's going to take a lot of practice. I can say we managed to not get water all over the kitchen. I figured I would be mopping up the entire first floor but we barely got any out of the tub/sink. I think my favorite part was putting on his outfit. I had bought quite a few onesies with long sleeves, legs, and feet (it probably has a name but I have no idea what it is called ). Since he had the pick line, iv's, and blood oxygen monitors in/on his feet we couldn't put them on him while he was in the hospital. With all that being off, we could finally put him in them. 

Thursday night going into Friday things took a turn. Mason began to get very fussy in between feeds. He wasn't eating a consistent amount, sleeping a lot less, and sounding very gurgly/congested. We were up all day and night trying to get him to stop crying. He slept some but not even a clean diaper, food, or snuggles made things better.  We walked, rocked, swung, bounced, vibrated, and glided. Nothing was soothing him. All these things were so not Mason. He was a very happy baby. He ate, slept, and dirtied diapers. The only time he cried was when you changed his diaper or was hungry. His new demeanor really worried me. So Saturday morning we called the pediatrician. Since he has a "history" they saw him right away. I guess his PPHN is a blessing and a curse. We get high priority at the pediatrician but we had to go through 2 weeks of hell. Unfortunately and fortunately, we didn't find anything wrong with him. I was really scared they were going to tell us to go to the ER or something bad. But all we got was a few "try this and call in the morning". We are lowering how much we feed him and getting rid of the 12, 3, 6, & 9 feeding schedule opting for a more "whenever he gets hungry" schedule. I think the NICU nurses would fall over dead if they knew. We are crossing our fingers that it works. If not, we will be going back to the pediatrician next week to figure out if he has a food sensitivity or acid reflux. Either one would not be surprising considering his "history". That poor belly went from tiny amounts to nothing to 70 cc's in two weeks. That is a lot for an itty bitty tummy.

More baby pictures

 First family portrait.

 

 Look Ma! No tubes down my throat! And... his favorite... swaddle!!

 

Ducky, Piggy, and Mason

Finally able to put some clothes on the poor boy. 

Gifts from the hospital

Heading to DC on a beautiful day to see Mason

This is how Mason falls asleep on Mommy halfway through feeding. 

 All tubes and needles officially out!

Taken about 1 minute before he shat all over the place.

Masonn says "Thank you!"

https://youtu.be/vibzytYLzBQ

Pictures from Mom's camera

Relaxing before we headed to the hospital.

 

 Big belly!

 

Getting some sleep before the main event.

 

Holding little nugget for the first time in too long

NICU Tuesday through Sunday (28 - 3)

Tuesday morning we got more good news. They were able to take the A-line out of his belly button and planned on starting to feed him that evening. His numbers were staying strong being off everything but his breathing was a little fast. The nurse said that was typical for PPHN babies so they were not worried about it. 

I was really not feeling good that morning. I was shaking, lightheaded, and weak. I ate breakfast but that didn't help. I took my blood pressure and found the culprit. It had gotten quite low after I took my morning blood pressure pill. I called the doctor and left a message with the nurse. After we talked that afternoon we agreed it was probably a good idea to half my dosage and see how that did. 

That afternoon I took mom to the airport so she could go home. She had planned to stay longer but the trip had not gone as planned. I hated having her here running back and forth to DC with us or sitting at the house dog sitting. We figured it would be better for her to go home and come back when Mason was home and feeling better. Unfortunately her flight was not the smoothest. She had a layover and the plane decided to act up at that location. So she had to get off the plane and wait for a new one. The delay was about an hour or two so that put her and Dad getting home late. But I am glad it was a safe flight back and she was able to be here for Mason's birth.

Our visit with Mason went well. I was able to pick him right up out of his crib and hold him whenever I wanted. They started giving him this pre food stuff. It's given to him like food, through the nose feeding tube. However it's not formula but more like a medicine that coates the belly and gets it ready for formula. If he continues to do well with that they will start giving him formula. They are able to give him small amounts of my breast milk in place of this pre-formula stuff. The benefits of the milk greatly outweigh the other and is better for him. 

Wednesday we spent the afternoon with Mason. He was already being fed from a bottle so I was able to feed him for the first time in over a week! We had lots of cuddle time after that. His weight overall was down to 7.5 lbs but with the feedings the doctors thought it would increase soon. Their plan was to increase the amount of formula he got for each feeding as long as he did well with it. The poor little 10 I gave him barely phased him. I know he was ready for more. The docs were still very optimistic about him. 

After another feeding and diaper change we headed to get some dinner. It was a beautiful day outside so we opted for Green Turtle so we could sit outside and enjoy the beautiful sunshine. After that we made a quick Target run. Poor little guy only had 4 onesies he could wear. The 0-3 month old clothes were going to be a little big on him and he couldn't wear anything with legs because of the pick line in his foot. So I picked him up a few more newborn size onesies. After that we headed home to relax. 

Thursday we hung at the house and got some chores done. After a quick trip to the store I headed to DC  for the 3 o'clock feeding. The doctors had already okayed his feedings to be increased every 6 hours so that was an improvement. He likes to eat half his food, play with the bottle for a bit, falk back to sleep, then suck down the last bit. As long as he keeps up the feedings they can keep dialing back the iv fluids which means hopefully less iv's soon! They had him on a different, smaller oxygen tube through the nose. They wanted to have him completely off the oxygen by the next day or two. However, before I left that evening they went ahead and removed it to see how he would do. Once that and the fluids were gone, it wouldn't be long before he would be able to come home. I stayed for the 6 and 9 o'clock feeds then headed home for the night. 

Friday we did an afternoon visit. Mason was able to stay off the oxygen and they were still increasing his amount of formula. I got to feed him twice and he did good for the most part. He is still trying to cat nap halfway through. That is a bad habit I have to figure out how to break!  One of the pastors from Severn Run church came by to see us. When we went to church on Sunday we filled out a prayer card and put Mason's story along with our numbers. The pastor called a few days later asking if it was ok to come by and see us. It was very nice being able to talk with him. The support he offered us was very comforting. Before he left he had plans of getting us meals and getting our numbers to other church members so they could reach out to us for support. Going through all this and having no family nearby really made us realize how much we needed to lean on our friends, work, and church families. Remembering we don't have to go through this alone is something we continue to struggle with. We are so thankful for all those that have prayed for us or reached out to us for any help they could offer. It's between them and God's grace we have made it through. 

Saturdays visit confirmed my suspicion, Mason feeds better for the nurses. When I fed him at 3 I only got him to get down half of what he was doing (about 25). The 6 o'clock feeding the nurse got down 65....Such a little punk! He gets too comfortable with me and falls asleep. I am going to have to figure out how to keep him awake and guzzling or I will never get any sleep. I decided this visit was going to be a cuddle visit. I held him just about the entire time. I just couldn't put him down. He is in that bed so much so a little extra cuddles was called for. Ryan and Shannon came by to see us. They hadn't seen him without all the tubes and iv's. They were very pleased to see how well he was doing and how far he had come. Since we left around 6:30 we headed to diner at Texas Roadhouse. I hadn't been able to get any milk out so I figured it was a good night to have my first post prego beer. I chose Bud Light Lime and it went down smooth. After we stuffed ourselves we headed home and went to bed. Even now, sleep is something we can't get enough of. 

Sunday after church I called to get an update on Mason. It was the best phone call I had made so far. They were finally able to give me an estimated  go home date. If Mason kept feeding well and gaining weight he could come home Tuesday. Doug and I got a kick out of it being on Cinco de Mayo. I was super excited for our visit after that. The doctors were also able to take the pick line out since he was eating so well. So now he had no needles in him! I finally felt like i wouldn't kill him when i picked him up. That was a huge relief! Of course Mason didn't want to eat for me again but he did better than the last time. I got to bathe him for the first time. He is not a fan of baths but I enjoyed it. One of the tests Mason has to pass to come home is the car seat test. This requires him to sit in the car seat for 90 minutes and, well, pretty much not stop breathing. So after his bath and feeding we plopped him down in the car seat. He was so cute and adorable with his little tiny body in the big ole seat... until he shat himself. Of course it was one of those runny, coming out of the side of the diaper shats. I stuck my hand under his butt to help prevent the poop from getting all over the brand new, first time sat in car seat. I caught most but a few drops did get on the straps and seat. I guess its the first of many stains it will see. We couldn't do anything but laugh. The nurse was really good about it. We had to change the bed sheets and the brand new outfit we just put him in. unfortunately the new nurse coming on duty was going to have to rebathe him. The only downside to the visit was his weight. We weighed him before his bath and it was down .05 ounces. Not much but it wasnt an increase. He is still not gaining and that is requirement for coming home. So if things don't change they will push his discharge date to Wednesday.