We are at the hospital, about to go in for John's last feeding before I head home for the night. Things are looking up.
John is now breathing without oxygen even when he eats--woo-hoo, keep it up, John. His nose is completely clear, so the medicine is working great--hence the eating and breathing coordination. The prayer now becomes that he can get off of the medicine and still eat and breathe at the same time.
And he had a great nursing session tonight. I couldn't believe it. He has been fighting me all day--screaming and so agitated and never latching on at all--it must have been because he couldn't breathe through his nose. After the 9:00 feeding, the nurse didn't even make me give him a bottle; that's a first since we have been here. So, thank you, Lord, for encouragement. His grace is sufficient, isn't it?
Prayers continue to be that he will coordinate his eating and breathing, get off the nose medication, the infection will continue to clear, his lungs will continue to heal, and he will really catch on to nursing.
Okay, off to feed him and then finally home and bed.