No more oxygen! (And other good news...)

It's official!  We got the word today from Dr. Rosenberg that Cayden passed the last overnight room air challenge we did a couple weekends ago, so he can officially go without oxygen all the time.  We'll keep the big ol' tank around for another month, just in case he gets sick and we need it temporarily, but otherwise, we'll be kissing it goodbye.

On August 28th, he was six months adjusted age, so that's another big achievement.  He's pretty much on track developmentally for his adjusted age.  He's rolling back and forth from tummy to back and back to tummy, holding his head up and looking around and reaching for toys while on his tummy, passing objects back and forth from hand to hand, and his trunk control is coming along.  One thing he's not doing is holding his own bottle, but I don't think it's because he can't, I think he's just spoiled!  But that's one big goal Amy Jo, our occupational therapist, has set for him, and we're working on it. 

In other news, I am done pumping.  My milk never came back after I stopped taking the course of oral steroids for my hearing loss, so I reluctantly conceded and took the pump back two weekends ago.  I cried half the drive home!  It's hard to explain to anyone who hasn't been there, but letting that go was so difficult for me. While I am thrilled to be getting some sleep again and love having those extra four or five hours in my day that I committed to pumping these last couple months (it was more like 7 or 8 hours a day during the first six months of this journey!), knowing that Cayden now has a limited supply of frozen breast milk to nourish and protect him makes me sad and scared.  We have maybe a month or two, tops, of milk in the freezer, so he'll have a good ten or eleven months of being fed breast milk, but I was hoping he'd be able to have it for at least a year, if not a year adjusted age (which would be 15 1/2 months).  I know lots of babies do just fine on formula, but he's not just any baby, and I feel like it's the antibodies he's gotten from my milk that have helped him do so well up until now.  Everyone tells me I did an amazing job and that I kept it up for so much longer than anyone would expect, and while that makes me proud, it also makes me feel like I shouldn't quit now.  But in my head, I know it's not worth the time and I hope and pray he'll continue to thrive.

Besides, he's learning to love solid foods more and more, and before long, he'll be eating steak dinners!  For now, he's quite happy with peaches, bananas, and sweet potatoes.  Tomorrow, we're going to try green beans (which was Jamison's first solid food and continues to be one of his favorite things.)  Also on the menu horizon are apples, peas, carrots, and pears.  Mmmmmm!