Quinn started eating yesterday. Breast feeding. Doctors and nurses weren't sure if he'd be able to, but it took him only a few moments to figure out what to do. Then he was eating through his mouth like it was no big deal. Quick lesson for dad, don't make jokes when mom's trying to feed him. Steph shakes when she laughs and the baby's head gets a good jarring. Mom got stern with me after my milk shake comment. Quinn has his fill and burps like a pro. These are some of the faces I have to laugh at. Little old man.
The nurse took Steph and I to see another older baby who had undergone heart surgery to explain some of the equipment and meds that he will be on. The doctors will make a decision during the operation on whether to leave his chest open for a few days during recovery. Having his rib cage spread open will prevent pressure on his heart when he starts swelling from the alterations made. It's unsettling to think about, but Grandpa Dan made an excellent point about him being in the best place for this time in his life. After tomorrow, he'll be back to eating through tubes and IV's. We just signed the consent forms to have him operated on. I know prayers are answered in a million different ways but I wish this kid a smooth operation in the worst way. Since he's been born, so much seems out of our hands as parents, and for me, thinking about that gets sickening pretty quick, so I just pray like everyone else. Good luck on this one little man. I wish he knew how many people are behind him.
There's a TV in the room we're in, so Quinn and I are watching our first Pats football game together. Again, not how I'd imagined, but I'll take it. Mom is sleeping after a long night. He cried pretty heavily from about midnight to 5am. His blood oxygen levels go down when he strains, so the nurses gave him a few doses of morphine. I'll do my best to keep everyone up on how it goes tomorrow.