Last night, Owen got his very first bottle feed. The nurse started him off so that she could show us all the little things that years worth of NICU experience will teach you - of course, the one she can't teach us is the incredible confidence and comfort the nurses have when handling the babies. We still feel like he should have "FRAGILE" stamped all over him, and the nurses fling 'em around like they're tossing pizza dough or something.
Anyway.
I took over after his nurse was confident that he was taking to it well enough. He did a full third of his feed last night through bottle - the nurses don't like going over 30 minutes by bottle because then the babies are just burning calories - but that's really good work for his first time. He's only so-so at pacing himself, mostly because he suddenly decides that milk is too awesome to bother pausing for breath (an aside...I was suddenly reminded about a certain cousin who feels like most activities are too awesome to bother pausing to go to the bathroom. I guess this is Owen's future as well). He's going to be on the bottle at least once a day; I imagine that number will go up once he's able to complete a feed and/or exert a little patience with that whole breathing thing.
We were too excited to remember to take pictures of this event, but in consolation, here's Adam trying to wear Owen's Packers hat. Owen was not amused.
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