Feedings and the updates that followed were the most exciting parts of our day.Mary would call and excitedly tell me Abby took two thirds of her bottle. I would call Mary and tell her that Abby took two thirds of her bottle and I only almost drowned her twice. The name Tank came from these feedings. Ate 40 mls? Goooo Tank go!
Thanks for not drowning me with formula |
Our NICU time trained us to obsess over how much she's eating and how often she's doing it. We have a program on the Ipad and my phone that allows us to track and graph how much she's eating. It also track diapers, if you see me out and want to know our poopy diaper situation, well, the answers a click away!
We've been gradually upping her food based on how she's doing. 10mls here, 15 there. That system worked well until this week when Tank went into overdrive. A switch was flipped and now we have this insatiable baby. The Tank needs fuel to grow and develop and yell expletives at me. Its just ramped up so quick. If she keeps this pace up we'll have to abandon bottles and make her a formula bong.
Go Tank Go! |
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