We went to see Maximilian today and I (Rafael here) have to say that today was a great day with the little guy. His great (both meanings, don't you know) aunt Shelley came to visit him while Brienne was holding him. He was cuddly, warm, not too fussy and just the right amount of alert. His eyes would open repeatedly and look around for a while until Max remembered that he was kind of more of a napper than anything and would close them again.
He decided that he loved his mum so much today that he'd let her hold him for 2 hours. Now, normally, 1.5 hours would be the max because that's the amount of time it would take him before he got cranky with hunger and a messy diaper. They weighed him this morning, and having found that he had ballooned to a whopping 1300g (2lbs14oz), they shifted his feeding schedule to more food per feed at 3 hours between feeds. In cuddle-terms, this means that we get to hold him longer before he becomes a fusspot and have to put him back in.
The "scheduled" visit by the E.N.T. specialist did not happen today. It may happen tomorrow, or it may not. Because of this, we don't have much of an update on how his breathing is progressing from a medical standpoint. From an anecdotal view, I (Rafael still) have been noticing that he's breathing in generally more oxygen with less pressure and keeping is saturation levels where they need to be with a bit less O2 concentration than his usual 24-27%. He still has some dips and a few bleeps and bloops from his machines, but he seems more stable with his current situation, which seems like that elusive "progress" the medical staff seems to insist upon. Hopefully, we will get good "official" news the next time a doctor gives Max the once over.
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