Max really doesn't like being poked. Today, Mum and Dad got to participate in an IV insertion. It seems that Max wiggled so much that the one in his foot didn't stay put. He makes a very cute angry face - but Mum was very good at making him relax; it seems that he loves having Brienne pet his hair. It turns him into this lovely, chubby little drool factory. He's doing well enough, considering he's still on antibiotics and still on a ventilator. He is alert, though. He and his vóvó had a good little time holding hands and staring at each other for some time. It's nice to see him so aware of his surroundings, even when he's obviously uncomfortable and somewhat confined by all the tubes he has attached to him in some way or another.
He was weighed today and came in at 3200g (7lbs 1/2oz-izh). This puts him in the 7 pound club, which is phenomenal. He is still kind of short, but the boy carries a few chins, which is awesome.
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