Left Side

Henry has been home just over eight weeks. In those eight weeks, his jaw has gotten bigger, his tongue more forward, and overall, so much stronger... I have proof, psychological proof. For the past eight weeks, he sleeps in our room, in a bassinet on my side of the bed. His saturation monitor sits on my nightstand. For each night, for the past 57 nights, I sleep on my right side. This way, I'm able to look at the monitor by simply opening my eyes, able to fix his airway quickly, with barely a movement. Luckily, I like sleeping on my right side... but I've longed to feel comfortable enough with Henry's breathing to change positions. It's like sleeping on a couch, knowing there's just nowhere to move, so why fret about it... and I really haven't fretted about it, or really even noticed it. Until last night. Last night, I woke up for the first time on my left side! I officially feel that he is doing well enough that I ROLLED OVER! Ah... it was nice.