The doctors turned the flow down on Eliot's canula on Saturday night, again on Monday, and again - to 1.5 - on Tuesday morning. She handled all of the decreases in oxygen beautifully. Because her oxygen setting is so low now, the doctor wrote the order to start her on bottles ASAP.
I sat dumbfounded. "Wow. Are you sure she's ready? She just had her oxygen turned down."
He laughed, "We'll never know if she's ready if we don't try. Let's be bold."
They gave Eliot her first bottle on Tuesday morning. She had an appropriate first attempt - 5cc's (about 1 teaspoon). Then she sat back, exhausted from effort, and flashed a huge smile across her face - a big, gummy, bold smile.