First Monday ever

Freedom!

It's not often you experience your first ever Monday. The boys have been celebrating it by eating and sleeping, with the occasional jazz-handed flailing about and protests at the indignations of day to day life. Dash's first lesson of action-consequence involved pulling the feeding tube out of his nose.

He had a few minutes of unobstructed freedom, then paid for his audacity by having to have it gently re threaded down into his belly. He was less than amused. He was eventually pacified by having an e-z meal down the aforementioned tube (his first breast milk, to my excitement) while reclining on Charlie's very warm lap. Liam spent his e-z meal with me.

Dashiel absorbing food like a futuristic spaceman

Right now they're full after yet another round (they eat like hobbits) and alternating between snoozing and throwing the occasional power fist out of the swaddle. The doctors and nurses are talking in the hall and it sounds like a rather relaxed cocktail party. Every once in a while you can hear a baby complaining and then things quiet down again.

Liam's energetic hands

Next up: first Tuesday ever.