Drip, Drip, Drip

Well...what started as a good day turned into a bit of an adventure for Mom and Dad. A pipe burst in the Ronald McDonald House and everyone had to be relocated to the Ramada. Unfortunately the hotel is quite a bit farther from the hospital so we can't walk back and forth anymore. They are expecting it will be four or five days before we can get back in. The RMH will be covering our stay while at the hotel and they gave us a bunch of cab vouchers to help get us back and forth when the hotel shuttle is not running. We feel really bad for the families with multiple kids who have to leave such a great place and lose all of the activities and resources that the RMH was able to provide them.

On the plus side Davis is doing fantastic. The swelling in his face is just about gone and he is acting like his old self again.  He got the go ahead to have some breast milk this evening so he knocked back a few bottles before bed. We were also able to hold him again for the first time since surgery.  It was a great feeling to hold him in our arms again.  In usual Davis style he is raking in the complements from all of the nurses, doctors, lab techs, etc., etc., etc.  'Oh, he's so cute!'....'Oh, look at those eyes!'.... 'Oh, he is such a sweet little guy.'  All of the 'Ohs' pronounced with a thick Minnesota accent. He seems to run with an entourage when we aren't around, every time we arrive at his room he's got crowds of people oohing and aahing over him.  They can't help themselves......Davis is pretty addictive.

Davis taking his first sips