The boys are doing great! Both have turned a corner (cross your fingers it stays that way), and we are hoping to see them home in the next few weeks. I'm not getting my heart set on anything, because if I've learned anything through this process it's that they are definitely on their own time frame. We have no control. Do we ever though?
But boy, are they getting big! Now 7 weeks old, Tuck (above) weighs about 6.5 pounds (could you just die at that adorable smile!), and Finn (below) weighs just over 7 pounds. Real life babies now. The nurses say they are fat and happy, Finn especially. He's got a little case of the summer lazy's I think. He's perfectly fine just being fed through a tube, and so far, doesn't seem to have an ounce of aggression in his bones. A good quality to brag about, but not when he's supposed to be eating better than he is at this point. A little aggressiveness on his part wouldn't hurt when it comes to taking a bottle.
It's all that he has left to "pass off" before he comes home.
Look how content he is with that feeding tube doing all the work for him. I can't really blame him though, can I?