Owen continues to do well with his bottle feedings, and they have increased his volume to 60 cc's (2 oz.) eight times a day. They will be scheduling his circumcision for sometime this week, which is a great sign that he'll be getting discharged soon (well, it's a great sign for us; it sucks for him).
They tried Eliot off of oxygen on Monday, but put her nasal canula back on 24 hours later. She's getting close to not needing her O2's anymore, but she's not there quite yet. She will not attempt to feed for at least two more weeks while they work on getting her acid reflux under control. So, it looks like I will be hauling my big, fat, lucky boy back and forth to the NICU to see his "shit always happens to me" sister. :)
I didn't go to the hospital yesterday because I have a head cold. It was the first time I haven't seen the twins since they were born. I wouldn't be able to stand it if I got them sick, so I stayed home and experienced an uncontrollable nesting instinct that kicked in when they told me Owen would be coming home soon. The nursery is almost complete, laundry is finished, dogs are bathed. When I bring home my baby, and my life changes forever, I'd like it to appear as if I'm together enough to handle it.