Maximilian had a better day today. He was dipping less than yesterday and was generally better behaved. They hadn't given him a sedative in a while and he was still breathing well and barely fussing. He still hates the CPAP plastic face-hugging prongs of discomfort, but at least he's better able to control his breathing while voicing his displeasure. Ultimately, he is coming along quite well and seems to be on the road to getting rid of the CPAP contraption again soon.
They didn't weigh Max today (that happens on Mondays and Thursdays) but we were given a great indication of just how large he's become; he had his hospital ID anklets replaced with larger ones. To think that, at first, they would freely move from his ankles all the way up his thighs (and as you can see from the photo, they fit on Rafael's thumb). Today, before they removed the old ones, they stayed snuggly on his ankle, barely sliding up and down a few millimeters. As a reward for being such a behemoth, he got to snuggle with Mum for about an hour or so. He did really well and only fussed about a bit when his breathing tubes started smooshing his little nose around. When we left him, he was peacefully laying on his stomach getting ready to dream about the amazing things kids his age dream about.
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