Oliver is home! We had originally planned on bringing him home on Tuesday, Jan 15, but that day didn't go so well. I spent the night with Oliver in the NICU Tuesday night, and Wednesday morning after dropping my dad off at the airport David came to pick us up and take us home. Oliver came home weighing 9 pounds, 11.8 ounces and was 19.5 inches long.
Nathaniel has done so much better than what I had anticipated. I figured he would be jealous and clingy, but he's adapted really well. I also was worried about him wanting to touch Oliver and all the gear that came home with him, but he's content to watch him from a distance and wave to him. Thank goodness Oliver got used to sleeping through all sorts of noise in the NICU, because Nathaniel likes to yell "baby!" every time he sees Oliver, and "baby nigh-nigh" when he sees Oliver sleeping.

Oliver seems to be adjusting to being at home fairly well, but has been fussier than he was in the nicu. The visiting nurse assigned to him said that was typical for the first week. Oliver came home on oxygen, a feeding tube, and a pulse ox monitor. Our living room is full of cords and tubes. He's doing just great holding his O2 sat, which we expected. He's still having a really hard time with bottle feeding though. As of right now he's taking about half of his food by mouth. The remainder he gets through his feeding tube via a pump. It's been challenging to learn all the extras that came home with him, but the most challenging is trying to feed him. He wants to eat by bottle so bad, he just struggles with it. But he almost instantly starts choking, and it scares him, and then he doesn't want to try any more. We're hoping he grows out of these difficulties. If not, his NICU doctors suggested when he has surgery to repair a hernia, he also gets a gtube placed in his stomach for more direct feedings. I really, really hope he starts to get the bottle soon so that we don't have to go that route.

Oliver was on a really good sleeping schedule in the NICU, and I'm hoping he sticks to it. So far he's been a little off, but again it's his first week and I'm assured that's normal. I get next to no sleep when I try to sleep near him: he's loud. He grunts almost all night long. I'm sure I'll get used to it in time, but right now, I'm one tired mama. Luckily David is able to take baby duty on the weekend nights since Oliver isn't breastfeeding, so I get a little more sleep.
One thing we didn't bring home from the NICU with Oliver that we could really use is his day nurse, Veronica. We're just going to have to figure out how to do all this ourselves.
The weather here has been beautiful this weekend, so we were able to get Nathaniel out of the house and over to the park. He found a soccer ball, and couldn't have been happier. One of his current favorite words is happy, so he runs around singing "happy, happy, happy." He's such a good boy, and is going to be a great big brother. Just as soon as he learns the meaning of "gentle."
Oliver says he's happy to be home