Last night, Alisha, Roscoe and I got to spend all night in the same room as a family. The last time we did that was on October 5th before he was born. The night went fairly well. We went out to our last sit down dinner for a while and then got to the hospital around 8:30pm. Several factors like the bed not being ready, a shift change coming up, and Roscoe being sleep kept him in the ICU until around 11:00pm. We moved him into our room just across the hall from the ICU, fed him, and put him down to sleep.
A co-worker told me to never wake up in the morning and say "Wow, I can't believe the baby slept all night!" because that means that it was just me who slept, and saying such a thing would dig me an early grave. With that in mind, I'll say that the only times I knew of when he woke up was around 4am for a middle-of-the-night feeding, since they don't let him go any longer than 4-5 hours without eating (his weight is back down to 7lb 3oz).
The next time he woke up was at 7am, and what a rude awakening it was. He woke up softly and sweetly, but then the nurses had scheduled a head ultrasound (which wasn't bad) and arterial blood sample before his morning feeding. The blood sample from his arteries didn't go well. It took me and 3 nurses to hold him down, but he was still squirming enough that it took 30 minutes to draw enough blood (they tried one arm, then the other). Unfortunately, the sample they did get had a problem in the machine, so they'll have to do another sample later today.
That remaining blood sample is the only thing that could hold Roscoe back from coming home. The doctor told us last night that his sample last week showed somewhat high CO2 numbers. If the numbers don't improve in today's sample, then Roscoe's exit from the NICU might be delayed. Keep praying!