Day four I got to go home but couldn’t bring PJ home. Off the intibation today, thank God. Doing better. Onto CPAP. Then down to a nasal canula. Got to hold him for the first time. I absolutely fell apart crying. Tried to nurse. My mom got to hold him for a bit, too.

Hodling him for the first time – I’m falling apart here. PJ is saying, “Don’tcha got something for me, Mom?”

American sign language for ‘eat’. Our child prodigy.

Hi, Oma!

Oma holding a satisfied baby.