Ok, so today it was my turn to be held. My oxygen levels have been much better today. I think I just needed to get used to doing this breathing thing on my own. It’s still pretty tough work, but I’m getting used to it so my parents were able to hold me. As Quinn mentioned yesterday, I got pretty mad when I saw he got to be held first. I mean, after all, I’ve been working my hardest on this respiratory stuff, and HE is the one who is ready to get held first?! Whatever. I’m not going to get worked up about it because Mom and Dad say this “ain’t no competition.”

So today was my day to shine, and did I ever! Dad got to hold me first. I was a little nervous at first b/c there were nurses moving a bunch of wires all over the place, but I know they won’t let anything happen to me. Dad sat patiently as they lowered me into his arms, and boy did it feel good. I looked at him and mom for about 10 minutes because I just couldn’t believe we were there together rocking back and forth (Quinn was there too, right behind us in his isolette). It sure was a good feeling, and I can’t wait to get better so I can go home and have that feeling whenever I want (including multiple times throughout the night).

Late,
Coop