woohoo!!!

Let's cut straight to it - Jonah ate 25.8 ounces today. That's right. Twenty-five point eight. I'm blown away. He took all of his bottles without a fight, and started out with his eyes open (very drowsy but eyes open) for all of them. I actually enjoyed feeding my child today. It was relaxing and wonderful. And in the last two days, we've gone from a two and a half hour scream-fest maybe-one-ounce nighttime routine to a twenty to thirty minute five ounce routine. We could get used to this. And Jonah, once again, was in an excellent mood all day. Amazing how good you can feel when you have a full belly.

Here are some photos from the last couple days.



I put Jonah down on his back to play and went in the kitchen to switch the laundry. When I came back, maybe two minutes later, this is how I found him.


Just a swangin' (with milky lips... that's what I like to see).



Because he had eaten so well and I knew I wouldn't need to try to feed him again for at least three hours, we were able to venture out. We didn't go out in the car (don't get crazy), but we did go for a nice, long stroll all through the neighborhood.

And Jonah was just as happy as could be. See?

It was another great day!

And I just want you guys to know that I attribute this drastic change completely to answered prayer. There is no other explanation for how well he's eating right now. It's as if some sort of switch has flipped for him. I'm so happy for him... and for me. :) I'm not saying he will never backslide again. I'm not saying he doesn't need a g-tube (we still plan to carry through with that plan). But I am saying that when we were about at our breaking point, when we were on the brink of desperation, God lifted Jonah out of the pit. Again. God is faithful. Over and over and over again. And somehow, it keeps surprising me.

Thank you, Father.

And, Jonah, you go on with your bad self. I love you, sweet boy.