how the wind blows...

in the wake of the great crash of last sunday, things have changed dramatically. Harlow has appeared to have conquered the technical difficulties associated with breathing.

~ breathe in ~
~ breathe out ~

~ breathe in ~
~ breathe out ~

~ breathe in ~
~ breathe out ~

no longer is he on CPAP with exorbitant pressures, he is now on the wellington. in laymans terms, this means he no longer has a mask on his face, he has prongs up his nose. (you know on tv, the patient on the gurney with the tube that goes from one ear, under his nose and to the other ear). this is a good thing! this means there is only one step (lowflow) between where he is now and him being unhooked from any and all breathing apparatus.

of course, he could end up coming home on lowflow, so, as yet, there is no firm way forward.

as far as his food goes, he is a hog. watching him the other day just before he was due to be fed, he was squawking and flapping his scrawny little arms DEMANDING food. he is on 165 ml of milk per kilo and as he is now 1.422 kilos, that makes ... that makes ... ah, that makes for a really big syringe!

haha, buddha in training!

we also got to dress him today! and by we, i mean she. here he is sporting the new summer collection by prem-babies-r-us. each and all, hand knitted and knotted. note the pale blue racing stripe, he's goanna be fast....