Our nurse told us today that Elliot is now a "long-term patient." He just isn't progressing as quickly as they thought he would and the other gastroschisis babies who are half his size are doing better than he is at this point. Nothing much has changed- but that's the problem. We're not really making any progress! They were really making me think that we would be able to go home as a family BEFORE Aaron has to go back to Korea... but now I'm not so sure.
There was a lot of blood being sucked out of his tummy into his repogle tube today. They changed his tube (and repositioned it a million times) and decided to put him on zantac. Hopefully that will help soothe and protect his little tummy.
We put a onesie on him today and swaddled him in his own blanket for the first time. The onesie is size newborn and too big- but it makes it even cuter! He's so scrawny.
Come on, Elliot! We need you to POOP so we can start feeding you and you can start on the road to coming home!
Elliot's first onesie.
Nom nom nom.
Mom, would you get that camera out of my face already?
Elliot's new big boy bed.
You guys rock! We're closing in on #31!