Lana, It Was Your Dance That Did It!

Little Daxton spent the night in an oxygen tent, and this morning was breathing just smooth as silk. I think he was just stressed out. I mean think about it. He was warm and cozy, it wasn't even time to come out and suddenly someone is yanking him into a cold bright room, tossing him around, poking him, prodding him, not letting him see his mommy.

It's like having to go to work early on a winter morning and you get awoken by a wrong number calling 30 minutes before the alarm goes off, scaring the hell out of you, and then realizing that they robbed you of the final half hour of sleep that you now won't be getting. And then you have to get up and GO OUT into that cold, after getting woken abruptly, way too early and having reality hit you way too soon. So yeah, I think he was just pissed off and was thinking, "Where the hell is the 'snooze' button? Where the hell is the 'snooze button? Someone find me the damn 'snooze' button!"

But he is doing great today. His mommy got to FINALLY hold him this morning, although when he was in the oxy tent they gave him a pacifier and now Mommy's nipple isn't what he wants. So he is being stubborn on that point. But she is a HUGE breastfeeding advocate (she gets that from her Aunt Kandi!) and she will breastfeed that little booger one way or another. And of course, being that he is a little premature it is the best thing for him, so she is determined it WILL happen. But I think he will learn pretty quickly which nipple is just for sucking for the sake of sucking and where the food supply is. He is, after all, male.

They are going home tomorrow. Maybe soon I will have a picture I can show off and brag about. He is such a tiny little thing! I can't wait to hold him!

So thank you Lana, I hope you didn't burn yourself in any important places. (YIKES.)

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