Ol' Saint Nick in the NICU

Yep, he's in a stocking. Just like his mommy was almost 30 years ago.

Santa brought another ounce for little Jackson on his three week birthday. He's up to 4lbs. 7oz. which means once mommy gives the okay, he'll be on an all-McCutcheon meal plan. Well, sort of. He'll still need some extra calories in the form of formula. I suggested we add a little creatine to his bottle to beef him up and get him ready for the league, but it was frowned upon.

Reflux is rearing its ugly head again. He threw a couple of fits today that left us wondering if we should be concerned or excited that we're experiencing the joys of a crying baby. It was the first time since he first entered the world that he has used his lungs like this. They have scaled his supplemental feedings back a little but he still seems to be having some issues with keeping it from backing up on him. Judging by the other sounds he was making, we think his cries may have also been the result of more than a little gas.

Santa came. Baba came - with lunch. "Aunt" Bren and "Uncle" Aaron came - with a really good dinner and even better company. I wrote and submitted my last assignment for the semester. It was a good day.

I'm getting bigger.