John is feeling a little under the weather tonight so I'll try my hand at this blogging thing. I think he'll be better tomorrow so fans of his writing have nothing to fear. Between taking care of Will and me I think he's finally just worn out.

Will is still doing fine tonight. He can't seem to make up his mind about what level of oxygen will keep him comfortable. He'll seem settled at one percentage but then after a little while his saturation drops and the nurse has to come in and turn it up higher. Then it only takes a few minutes until the saturation climbs higher than the acceptable range, so she has to come back and turn it down. We joke that it's just the beginning of a lifetime of attention-seeking behavior. (You know those first children--always needing to raise a fuss. Now second children on the other hand...) Still, if that's the worst he's doing, things are going pretty well. He got weighed a little early tonight (usually that's part of his midnight routine) so I can report that he's up to 635 grams. That's real weight, not like the fluid retention of this time last week. They're also going to increase the calories in his nutritional fluid so between that and the breastmilk he should be able to get a little bigger. Stay tuned.