A wink...
And a smile...
Thursday morning, Emy was taken off of the ventilator! Huge step, HUGE STEP! They even let me pull the tube out of her throat. She looks so much like a "real" baby now. What I mean is that I can actually see her full face, lips and all - no distracting, massive tube. Thursday was the first time I was able to do that. She has a tube pumping oxygen into her nose, but she's completely breathing on her own. The RT's said she's the poster-child for transition off of the vent. She handled it so well. She is having to deal with life without narcotics. She's had heavy pain meds all of her life and they took her off cold-turkey on Thursday. They have to do that because the drugs relax her so much that she may forget to breathe. Hey, hook me up, right? J/K
Anyway, she's a tough cookie and is handling things really well. The pics you will see is of me swadling her for the fist time. Dustin and I were sick for 5 days and I wasn't able to visit her the entire time. Holding her on Thursday almost felt like holding her for the first time.
P.S. She may get to wear clothes soon! Now, I only need to find micro-preemie clothes...