We're Home! {kind of}

After six weeks in the NICU, Elliot was discharged today. We're staying at the Ronald McDonald House for one more night and heading back up north tomorrow.
I don't want to jinx anything, but Elliot has been SO great since we brought him home. No crying or fussing. All he cares about is eating, sleeping, and cuddling. He's such a good baby.

Some things you have to do to come home:


Take your first REAL bath- he loved this! Since he always screamed through his sponge baths, I braced myself for the worst as I stripped him down for his bath. But as we lowered him into the warm water, his eyes got huge and he sat quietly the whole time while we soaped him up.


Get dried off


Bundle up


Pass the carseat test- He slept through the whole thing- all 90 minutes of it.

Day forty-one: we're still here

We're still here.
Although Elliot HAS proven he can {occaisonally} take all of his bottle, he still needs to be tube-fed a few times a day at this point. Technically, he needs to be able to take full feeds on his own for 48 straight hours before he can come home. His doctors are still debating whether to wait until he can do this, or to send him home with his feeding tube.
Honestly, I would feel 100x better if he came home with the tube, simply because I know my son and he is STUBBORN. What happens if I take him home and he simply refuses to eat? He's done it before and it would be nice to have the feeding tube as a last resort. Otherwise, he could very well end up back in the hospital again... and that is the LAST thing I want to happen!
Aaron has to go back to Korea on Saturday. In the meantime, Elliot is still in the hospital, but we're hoping that he migggghhhtttt be able to come home before then.

Here he is, eating his fingers :)


And staring at the toys on his bouncy seat, which, by the way, is the one thing we could NOT live without. Those vibrations make his tummy feel so much better!


#19! You guys are AMAZING!

Going home {with tubes} ?

Elliot is not a fan of tubes. He is always tugging on them and has managed to pull both his repogle and his NG tube (both of which go all the way down into his stomach) out numerous times.
Proof:





WELL, like it or not, Elliot, you're coming home soon... WITH your feeding tube. We talked to the occupational therapist today and it sounds like we will be going home sometime soon {this week}. The only thing keeping Elliot in the hospital at this point is working on feedings, and our therapist said there's no reason he can't work on that at home. At this point, it could be 4+ weeks before he'll be able to eat all of his feedings. Why spend that time in the NICU?
We already know how to gavage him, but I'll be learning how to insert the tube and check it's positioning, because it needs to be changed once a week {and because Elliot also loves to pull it out!}
I hope we get to go home in a couple days!

.... home?

We're having a VERY busy weekend with lots of visitors, but, I just had to jump on to say this:
Elliot might get to come home on Monday!
He is now IV free and the neonatologist said that if he does well with feeding and pooping this weekend, he can probably come home on Monday!
You have no idea how excited I am!

Day thirty-six- my baby is FIVE WEEKS old!

Elliot is losing weight.
He's down to 8 lbs now, when not too long ago he weighed 8 lbs 5 oz. We'd appreciate prayers for some WEIGHT GAIN, please!
Other than that, we had a good day today. He was wide awake for awhile, cuddling and relaxing with us. Elliot has changed so much in the last five weeks {did I mention he's FIVE WEEKS OLD today?!?}. The nurses are always commenting on how alert he is. Now, he can focus on our faces or nearby objects and loves looking around. His favorite toys are his floor/crib mirror and his aquarium soother. When he's not trying to eat, he spends a good chunk of his "awake time" staring out the window and if something gets in his way, he'll move around to get a better look. He's our little Curious George :)
He's also getting the hang of breastfeeding- or at least, latching on. He only manages to get about 2/3 of an ounce at a time. I'm not surprised, because he is QUITE the messy eater. We both end up taking milk baths every time he eats! Oh well, I'm sure he'll figure it out soon.








Look dad, I can make funny faces, too!


Elliot knows where the good stuff is ;)

Day thirty-five.

Elliot's Grandpa Steve {Aaron's dad} visited us today. Unfortunately for him, he showed up RIGHT at feeding time- and I wasn't about to miss an opportunity to try to nurse Elliot! So he checked out the new hospital while I tried struggled to breastfeed. Elliot was EXTREMELY angry and wanted nothing to do with the boob. Aaron kept reminding me about what I said yesterday, that he could have good days AND bad days, but, MAN! I was frustrated! It's hard not to feel like your son is rejecting you when he makes it so clear that he DOES NOT want to nurse. He hardly even took his bottle either, though... so I think he was just in a bad mood.
At his 3 o'clock feeding, after a few tries, he latched on and nursed quietly for about ten minutes. He then took about 40 cc's from the bottle. He seemed really full, and since we didn't know how much he got from me, we weren't sure how much to send through his NG tube. Tomorrow, we'll be using the breastfeeding scale before and after feeding, just in case he latches on- it would be nice to know if he's actually GETTING anything or not.
I think Elliot enjoyed his time with Grandpa. We also did more trust and relaxation exercises with the occupational therapist today. I swear, that woman is a MIRACLE worker! If it weren't for her, we never would've been able to get him to calm down enough to eat. Everyone in the hospital calls her the "baby whisperer."
Elliot is doing pretty well these days. The main things we're working on are:
1. Bottle feeding- he now gets 58 cc's per feeding and takes about 30-40 on his own. He can't go home until he can take full bottles for two days straight.
2. Weight Gain- he was doing well with this but has been losing a little lately. He now weighs 8 lbs 3 oz.
3. Breastfeeding- slowly making progress. Thank GOD for nipple shields!
4. Muscle toning- normal full term babies like to keep their hands/arms up by their face. Elliot, like many NICU babies, lets his arms hang limp at his sides. We're working on keeping his shoulders forward and arms up.
5. Trust- Since Elliot spent the first three weeks of his life flat on his back, he is scared to be in other positions.


Grandpa and Elliot.


Sleepy sleepy.


BIGGG eyes. Not mine, his. I'm looking at the flash rather than the lens. Can you tell I'm used to being BEHIND the camera? :)

We're movin' on up the first page!

Breastfeeding = the hardest thing I've ever {tried} to do.

I don't know if anyone's ever told you this, but breastfeeding is hard. If that sounded sarcastic, it was. Because the minute you say you want to breastfeed, every other mother in the world has something to say about it and of course, they always end with: "... but it's REALLY hard."
They weren't kidding! Sure, I knew it would be tough. I knew it would hurt. I knew that so many other mothers have tried and failed at breastfeeding. But none of that mattered to me, I just assumed I could do it. After all, I was am determined. I figured, as long as I didn't give up, I could do it.
WELL. I'm sure breastfeeding a regular, healthy, full-term newborn is hard enough. But I can't even put into words how hard it is to convince a baby with a sore, swollen belly, a recessed chin, acid reflux, and an almost-permanently arched back to hold still {and stop using his mom's boobs as a personal punching bag} long enough to latch on. Add the fact that he didn't even EAT for the first three weeks of his life, then went straight to the bottle, and you have a recipe for disaster.
The last few days were horrible, to say the least. Yesterday, lactation consultants, occupational therapists, and nurses were all trying to help Elliot latch on. We tried different positions, nipple shields, syringes, soothing, wrangling... the works. He WOULD. NOT. LATCH. I was ready to give up.
Sharon, our lactation consultant, even admitted that some babies just can't do it... and that Elliot could be one of those babies. "Exclusive pumping is still an option," she pointed out. Except for the fact that I'm not even making enough milk right now to feed him. I left the hospital yesterday thinking that my dreams were dashed and I was going to be feeding my son formula. I felt like a failure.
Today, when we got to the NICU, Elliot was starving. You could hear him screaming from down the hall. While his bottle was warming, we gave him a bath, put a fresh diaper and onesie on him, swaddled him up, did a few relaxation exercises with him that I learned yesterday from the occupational therapist, and... he was CALM. So my husband looked at me, with the bottle in his hand, and said, "Do you want to try to breastfeed him?" I looked down at Elliot skeptically and shrugged. Sure, why not. It couldn't hurt, right? I was preparing myself for the kicking, screaming banshee that my son turns into whenever we even ATTEMPT to get him close to the boob.
Magically, after only one or two tries, and the help of a nipple shield, he LATCHED RIGHT ON! He actually nursed happily for twenty-five minutes before falling asleep. You should've seen me- I was beaming ear-to-ear and kept saying to my husband, "Look at him! LOOK! He's sucking! And swallowing! And BREATHING!" I just couldn't believe it.
The feeding went so well, in fact, that we decided to give it at try again at his next feeding. And wouldn't you know it?! He latched right on and nursed until he fell asleep again! Sure, he might have been drooling a lot and I might have had milk soaking my bra and dripping down my belly, and my back might've felt like it was going to snap in half since I couldn't figure out how to recline my chair, but I was the HAPPIEST MAMA IN THE WORLD.
So there you have it. Apparently, I'm not a failure and there IS still hope. Who knows, today could've been a fluke and he could have a horrible day again tomorrow but... today, Elliot proved that he CAN latch on. It's just a matter of whether or not he WANTS to.
Seriously, though, don't let anyone tell you anything different: BREASTFEEDING IS HARD!!

Thanks to YOU, we are now on the FIRST PAGE!!!!!!!!! WOW! Thank you, thank you, thank you! And I also have an assortment of awards to accept. I shall be doing that shortly... probably cheating and putting them all in one post :)

Happy Birthday, Aaron! :)

Happy Birthday to my wonderful husband, Aaron Patrick! ♥

A wonderful father, husband, soldier, and man. He made it home for the birth of our son, Christmas, New Years, AND his own birthday. I couldn't be happier. I can't even imagine what I would've done without him here. Aaron literally waited on me hand and foot after I had Elliot, and he has been nothing but supportive this past {hormone filled} month.
As always, he has been the best husband in the world. All that he does for our country and this family amazes me.
He has to head back to Korea soon, on January 30th. I'm dreading that day already!
Until then, I'll be sure to treasure every day that we have together.
I'll be counting the days until he comes home again.
I love you, Aaron!

ONE MONTH!!?

Elliot is one month old today.
I can't believe it. Sometimes, I still wake up in the middle of the night in a panic because I don't feel him kicking. Every detail and moment is still crystal clear. It was the happiest day of my life. I will never forget hearing him cry for the first time, just before the doctor plopped him on my lap. I remember looking at him in awe and being afraid to touch him. A few hours later, when they wheeled me down to the NICU, he grasped my finger with his tiny hand and I was instantly in love. I still remember feeling heartbroken when they made me leave- I bawled all the way back to my room. In fact, I still feel that heaviness every time we leave the NICU for the day.
It feels like just yesterday we were still getting lost in the hospital and forgetting all of the NICU policies. And now, here we are. We know all the nurses by name. We can maneuver all of his cords and wires with ease. We know what all of the different alarms mean. We can gavage him all by ourselves. We're NICU pros.
Elliot is perfect. Every time I look at him, I can't believe we created something so beautiful. He is my cuddle bug, my little piggy, my little man, my everything. I love this little boy so incredibly much... and he's already a WHOLE MONTH old! It's hard to believe AND handle... I'm not ready for him to grow up.
Happy One Month, Elliot Reid. Mommy loves you so much! ♥


My nurse styled my hair for my birthday! :)




It's my party, I'll sleep if I want to...

Days thirty & thirty-one

Things have been pretty interesting around here lately, with lots of changes, the main one being that Elliot moved to the brand new children's hospital and into HIS OWN ROOM yesterday! His room is complete with two comfy reclining chairs (one that folds out into a little bed), our own sink (so we don't have to wash in the scrub room anymore), and our own closet for our coats and bags (no more lockers, yay!). I'm able to pump right at the bedside now which is GREAT because I always hated dragging myself away from the nursery to go pump.
We like our new room so much better than the old nursery setup. It's so much quieter and less chaotic, which means that Elliot sleeps more peacefully. In addition, we get more privacy and are able to feel more like a "real" family.
It was easy to see that Aaron felt so much more comfortable in our new room. He spent a lot more time than usual holding, cuddling, and talking with Elliot, and it was so heartwarming to watch. I seriously love this man so much- he has been incredibly supportive and I don't know what I would do without him. He is a great husband and an even better father.
We're slowly making progress with feeding. Lately, Elliot takes 5-15 cc's from us before either getting really mad or falling asleep, and then we gavage the rest of his feeding. He now gets 38 cc's at each feeding, and he is only getting 8.5 cc's/hr of TPN. He hasn't gone to breast in a couple days because he has been breathing so hard, but I think we'll try it again tomorrow, along with some more skin-to-skin time.
He spends a HUGE portion of each day grunting and squirming while trying to poop, and is producing 1-2 HUGE bowel movements a day. Why didn't anyone ever tell me that breastfed poop is often BRIGHT ORANGE?! The first time I saw it, I freaked out because I thought something was wrong. Apparently, it's quite common for the babes lucky enough to eat from the boob. His poop really doesn't smell that bad either... my husband and I have both decided that it smells almost exactly like mustard.
Yesterday, I was holding Elliot and he pooped ALL OVER me. It was pretty funny! He felt so much better (after losing SIX OUNCES from one poop!) that he stayed awake for several hours.

Mama Update: I've been taking Fenugreek for five days now with no results. Everything I've read says that "most women" see results in 24-72 hours. I'm increasing my dose tomorrow and REALLY hoping that it's just taking longer than usual to kick in. Otherwise, my lactation consultant is probably going to write me a prescription for Reglan to increase my supply. I'm also drinking 2-3 cups of Mother's Milk tea a day.
I was really hoping to go home with an exclusively-breastfeeding baby, but I see now that it's not going to happen. Unfortunately, I will be pumping and bottle feeding (breastmilk) every three hours AND breastfeeding a few times a day, too. We'll probably go home doing 2-3 breastfeedings a day and slowly increasing from there. I have no idea how I'm going to juggle all of this and am REALLY hoping Elliot gets the hang of breastfeeding SOON.


Daddy and Elliot bonding.


Kisses! ♥


Why, what big eyes you have!


Just hanging out in his bouncy chair.


YAY for my new room!


Sleeping in the boppy with Mommy- the boppy helps to bring his shoulders and arms forward. He has a very bad habit of letting his arms fall limp at his sides, which is very unnatural for a baby his age but is not uncommon in NICU babies. Forcing him to have his shoulders forward and arms and hands up by his face improves his muscle tone.


Zzzzzzzzz


Don't worry mom, I can hold my own paci.

We're almost on the first page! WOW!

Day twenty-nine.

Elliot wasn't able to try the bottle today because he is still breathing really hard. His respiratory rate was in the 80s and 90s today, and even jumped as high as 120! The doctor said that as his belly fills with food and stretches, it is putting a lot of pressure on his lungs, making it harder for him to breathe. Once he starts breathing more comfortably, we can try bottle/breast feedings again, but until then, we have to gavage all of his feedings into his feeding tube.
Last night we went to a parent meeting which focused on feedings, and we got a lot of really useful information.
I talked to another lactation consultant after the meeting. She recommended getting a six hour stretch of sleep at night again, and also doing kangaroo (skin to skin) care once a day. If things don't start to improve soon, she can write me a prescription for a medication to produce more milk.
So today was my first day of skin-to-skin, where the mom reclines shirtless with the baby in only a diaper on her chest. Elliot fought it at first because he doesn't enjoy being on his tummy, but once he settled down, we relaxed together for a good hour. It was really nice. And boy, does he look cute in just his dipe! I can't wait to get him home and into his cloth diapers.
Kangaroo care is supposed to help regulate the baby's breathing as well as stimulate milk production... and we could use help in both of these areas, so let's hope it works!

Days twenty-seven & twenty-eight.

Some updates:
♥ Elliot's feeds were increased to 27cc's yesterday. He took 5 from the bottle twice from me before being gavaged. Right after the first bottle, he puked up bright yellow mucus which went all over my shirt. So I spent the rest of the day walking around the hospital with a gigantic wet spot on my shirt: marked as a new mom. Last night the nurse got him to take a full bottle, but he puked it all up again.
♥ They decided not to increase his feeds today. When we got to the NICU, there was a GIANT pile of toot-sweets next to his crib- a telltale sign that Elliot was not in a good mood. He was also breathing really fast, even when sleeping {his respiratory rate was in the 80s and 90s}, so the nurse didn't want to even try the bottle. We gavaged him while he was sleeping and then she let me put him to breast while he was gavaged later. At first, he was really angry and kept using my boob as a punching bag, but once he calmed down, he latched on fine and actually swallowed several mouthfuls.
♥ Elliot POOPED yesterday with a suppository and today all on his own :)
♥ Elliot now sees a physical therapist twice a week. We met her yesterday and she showed us a lot of small exercises we could do with him. We are also trying to put him on his left side whenever possible, because he only likes to be on his right side and that side of his head is getting flat.
♥ The new hospital opened yesterday, and all of the babies except for Elliot and his neighbor Charlie were moved out of our nursery. Elliot should be moving soon-and we can't wait because he'll have HIS OWN ROOM in the new NICU :)

Day Twenty-six.

Today was a better day. Not because Elliot suddenly did a lot better with feedings, but because I've got a better handle on my emotions. I think I just needed a good cry yesterday. Thank you for all the wonderful, supportive comments. I don't really like putting myself out there like that, but- if I can't be open here, in my blog, then where else?
Today Elliot weighed 8 lbs 1 oz. Is there such a thing as a baby growing too fast? He's grown a pound in less than a week. How is that even possible?!
His feedings were increased to 22cc's today. He took 5 from me at his first feeding before getting really mad and choking, so we gavaged the rest of that meal. Apparently when the occupational therapist came this morning, he wouldn't take the bottle from her at all... so I was happy with 5cc's. Better than nothing!
At his next feeding, I opted to put him to breast and let him "practice" while he was being gavaged, so he could start to associate nursing with a full tummy. We had a little trouble getting him to latch on, but once he did, he was very happy and nursed peacefully for about fifteen minutes.
He hassn't pooped now in over 24 hours. Pray for poop!
I've started taking Fenugreek and Mother's Milk Tea. Apparently it won't start working until your sweat and urine starts to smell like maple syrup... and I'm definitely not smelling anything sweet yet. But let's pray that once the dose is high enough, it will help!

And to answer some of your questions:
1. Elliot is currently using Dr. Brown's natural flow bottles with a newborn/stage 1 nipple. They're considering switching him to a preemie nipple but don't really want to since he was born at full term {37 weeks}.
2. I asked and he MUST be able to take full feedings from a bottle before going home... no other feeding method is acceptable. Even if he breast feeds well, he still must be able to take full bottles.

Day Twenty-five.

Life with a baby in the NICU is best described as a rollercoaster ride, full of ups and downs. Yesterday, things were going great. I left the hospital feeling incredibly happy. Today was the complete opposite. I left the hospital crying. It just wasn't a good day.
Things started off fine. We were able to give Elliot a sponge bath for the first time, which was fun. Who doesn't love a nakie baby?! But then feeding time came. You would think that after not being able to eat for three weeks, Elliot would gobble up every drop of milk we offered him. Nope. He's not interested in the bottle. In fact, he kind of hates it. He makes this horrible face when you try to get the nipple in his mouth, and arches his back and tries to escape. Then, if/when he finally starts sucking, he just lets all the milk drool right out of his mouth before falling asleep and refusing to be awoken to finish.
Our nurse sensed my frustration (and had a few frustrating feedings herself that morning), so she called the occupational therapist. She works with babies who are having feeding problems. The therapist watched me bottle feed him and pointed out a few problems:

- Elliot has a recessed chin which makes it hard for him to get a good strong latch
- He is starting to show signs of oral aversion
- He works very hard to breathe while feeding (his respiratory rate is in the 70's or 80's, which is equal to an adult running on a treadmill)
- He doesn't understand the suck/swallow/breathe sequence

So, Elliot's honeymoon phase without tubes is over. He now has an NG feeding tube in his nose. He will be given twenty minutes to try to take his bottle. Whatever he doesn't finish in that time will be gavaged (tube fed). This will enable us to wean him off the TPN (IV nutrition), which is horrible for his liver. We have plenty of time to work with him on nippling and feeding but... I just want to bring him home.
The occupational therapist reassured me that problems like these are common for gastroschisis babies, and that the feeding process can take months. MONTHS. It just wasn't what I wanted to hear at this point. It is the strangest feeling to leave the hospital every day WITHOUT my son. I just want him home with me, to be able to do all the things with him that mothers normally get to do. I feel like I'm missing out on this wonderful newborn stage. Quite frankly, I feel like an inadequate mother because I am not able to care for him 24/7. I miss him at night the most, every time I wake up to hook myself up to a machine when I should be nursing my son.
It's just hard.


Elliot a few minutes before his sponge bath


All fresh and clean! {does anyone else think he has reddish eyebrows?!}


New feeding tube :(

Day Twenty-four.

A lot happened today but I'll start with the very best, most exciting news: I was able to breastfeed Elliot for the first time! I was pretty nervous because I wasn't sure if he'd be able to latch correctly, especially since he has so much trouble with the bottle. But I'm proud to say that he took to the boob like a real pro! He started rooting immediately and was nursing in no time. It was the most amazing feeling.
I had just pumped right before nursing him though, so he still had to take a bottle afterwards. He just doesn't get it. He lets all the milk drool out of his mouth. And I wish I could tell you how long it takes him to finish 11 cc's of milk {which is really only a couple mouthfuls}. I won't complain though- I'd rather him prefer the breast to the bottle any day!
AND breastfeeding him seems to have helped my supply- I've been able to pump 1.5 ounces consistently. That might not sound like much but I've only been getting .75ish ounces for over a week now, so I was THRILLED.
They said I can put him to breast anytime we're there for his feedings {which are every 3 hours}, so I'm pretty excited to see how things progress and how this affects my supply.
I'm in such a good mood that it doesn't even bother me that much that the other {younger} gastroschisis baby in our nursery, Zackery, went home today. I'm happy for his family. Of course, I'd rather have Elliot home, too... but at least someone gets to enjoy being home as a family.

Day Twenty-three.

Elliot started feeds today!
He is starting off on 10cc's of my pumped breastmilk every three hours. Surprisingly, he had very little interest in the bottle and we practically had to force it into his mouth. Then, he was very overwhelmed and didn't understand the concept of coordinating sucking, swallowing, and breathing. He ended up spitting most of the milk back out. That's okay, though. I'm sure he'll get the hang of it eventually!




Falling asleep with the bottle in his mouth.


No more mom... no more!


Learning to eat is hard work!

Day Twenty-two.

Elliot now weighs 7 lbs 5 oz!
I can't believe it! He's gaining weight at an incredible rate, especially considering the fact that he hasn't had even a DROP of milk his entire life. I'm thinking he's going to be a chunker once he actually starts eating.
He pooped again today. Hopefully, his repogle tube will be removed soon.
In case you've been wondering where all of his hats are, well... apparently Aaron and I create babies with TINY heads. Only a couple of his hats even come close to fitting him... and the rest are just GIGANTIC and fall right off.


One of the (three?) hats that fit Elliot. :) Adorable, huh?!

It's hard to believe how high we are on the list now, especially since we started off in the 500's. We are now holding steady at #27, only two spots away from the first page! Wow! We have new readers every day, and each new reader equals more prayers for Elliot and another person who knows about gastroschisis. I couldn't be happier!

Day Twenty-one: POOP!

Elliot had a rough morning. He was in so much pain! Aaron got really irritated and finally asked the nurse if he could be put back on Tylenol. We just don't see why he should have to suffer for no reason. He can't even sleep peacefully because he gets pains every couple minutes and his heart rate goes into the 220's as he scrunches up and screams in pain. Even when he's relaxed, his heart rate is still much higher than normal and he breathes very heavy. It's extremely hard to see your child in pain... especially when you can't do anything to soothe him.
ELLIOT POOPED TODAY! He was just about to get his daily suppository, and the nurse opened the diaper and said, "Oh! We don't need it! He POOPED!" I never thought I'd be so happy to see poop in my life. :)
It must've been a big relief for him, because it was the first time we got to spend time with a wide awake, CONTENT baby boy in awhile. We spent a whole forty-five minutes holding a wide-eyed, alert baby who did not cry or scrunch up in pain... not even once. That's gotta be some kind of record for us!




Taking his temperature, two minutes before he pooped!

Day Twenty.

Elliot threw up {dark green vomit} twice today.
This isn't a very good sign.

Day Nineteen.

We met with Elliot's doctor today. Elliot is now getting daily suppositories in an attempt to stimulate his bowel and get him to have regular bowel movements. If it doesn't work, we're going to have to look into the possibility of doing some imaging to make sure everything is okay internally.
Once he starts going to the bathroom regularly, we will start feeding- and he said to be prepared for feeding problems, since most gastroschisis babies have digestion issues. As of right now, he has no idea what kind of timeframe we're looking at for his NICU stay- it could be only a few more weeks, could be months.
Elliot's repogle has been leaking up a storm, so they decided to go through his nose instead of his throat. He seems a little happier this way! Hopefully we'll be able to get rid of the tube altogether soon. Having it in his nose makes him snort in the cutest way, though.


Zonked in his bouncy seat today, with his new nasal repogle.


And because I forgot to post it yesterday... Mommy & Elliot snuggling. :)



We're #27 now :) !!