Rebelling

I'm a rebel. A rebel without a cause. Yesterday I pulled out my own feeding tube because, frankly, I'm just sick of that annoying thing in my nose. Plus, I obviously think I'm ready to get out into this big, bad world Mom and Dad keep talking about. The nurse told Dad that maybe I could keep it out but then I accidentally fell asleep during one of my feedings so they had to put it back in to make sure I got enough food that day. However, I'm still doing pretty good with my bottle feedings. I usually get through at least 2 full bottles a day and do pretty well on the other ones. I'm getting the hang of breast feeding too but it's more work than I like to exert so I often fall asleep during that. Either way, milk (and rest and love) is doing my baby body good so I'm hopeful to be a NICU graduate in the next few weeks.

I would have been 36 weeks in Mom's belly today. Some people tell her "everything happens for a reason" but she still wishes she had an actual reason why I came out early. I think that's because she never wants to see a NICU again. I mean, I don't find it so bad because it's quiet and cute nurses are at my beck and call but I think she has another view of it. But, it is what it is and all Mom and Dad care about now is that I'm "feeding and growing."

I don't have much news other than that. It's all a waiting game now. I did overhear Mom and Dad say they are putting the finishing touches on my room and getting my car seat installed this week. I'm still waiting to meet this furry brother they keep talking about too. I think we might have some stuff in common.

Love,
Rebel Max

    

(and rebel Dunkin!)