Here’s a compilation of the cuuuuuutest photos of Fighter we took recently.
And if you’re wondering, yes I’ve become that crazed adoring mother as seen (and heard) in one of Fatty’s Instavideos (not saying which one) in which I squeal and talk in baby voices to Fighter because…. he’s getting too fucking cute!!!
(okay have to stop swearing now so Fighter doesn’t pick it up)
Hello darling! This was actually a video still from this video. Fighter was in Fatty’s arms and I noticed him struggling to open his eyes. Thinking it could be too bright for him, I shaded his face with my hand. Right away he opened his eyes and looked up at us. *goes crazy from the cuteness
Fighter has graduated to drinking milk from the cup instead of the tube! We’re working on breastfeeding him but when I’m not there he drinks milk from a cup like a baby boss. The hospital doesn’t encourage bottle feeding cos of nipple confusion so they pour the milk into his mouth bit by bit so he can get used to swallowing. Sometimes he gets tired or sleepy though and they switch back to tube feeding.
This picture above is of him getting burped. His expressions are hilarious when he’s getting burped HAHAHAHAH. Here his face is like “are we done yet? No? Okay…”
Ahhhh his eyes. He’s wearing Angie’s minion shirt which is a dress on him lolol.
His mittens are preemie mittens and even then they had to tape the wrist up to fit him hahaha.
“If I smile now will you leave me alone later?”
“HAHA! They’ll never find me now!”
The nurse positioned him in the usual crouching position (apparently babies are most comfortable with it) and covered him with the giraffe blankie. I left the room to go to the bathroom. Came back and saw he’d kicked the blanket all the way to the side and burrowed himself under it hahahahah.
P/S: the Giraffe Friend is actually the size of a handkerchief. So you can imagine how small he is actually haha.
Fatty posted this on Insta. Caption was “Okay okay I give up” HAHAHAH his grumpy face is priceless.
Eating his own fingers. -_-
Holding MY fingers ahhhh don’t do this to me Fighter *swoons
One of the nicest pictures I’ve taken. Daddy + son bonding going on. Look at Fighter’s face like telling the daddy about his day. “And then I had some milk and fell asleep. Then I woke up because wowee what is that wet feeling in my diaper? But then I fell asleep again… It’s not easy being a baby.”
My attempt to take a family camwhore shot. Fighter never look at camera. -_-
Fighter is doing well! All tubes are off him except his feeding tube and patches stuck on him to monitor his vitals.
He only has three more goals:
1) gain enough weight (1.8 kg or more). Today he’s 1.55 kg. He’s taking a huge amount of milk now though, for a baby of his size — 35 ml every 3 hours.
2) master feeding on his own so he doesn’t need the tube anymore
3) be able to regulate his body temperature on his own without the incubator
Only three things on his to do list come on Fighter!
Oh and confinement ends tomorrow yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy