It was a very big day

Griffith's "transfer" went very smoothly and we seem to have made it through the night. One down and however many thousands left to go. Yesterday was kind of a long day for all of us and it will be nice to settle in to a routine. The question is who sets the routine, but I think we already have a pretty good idea of the answer.
It took until the middle of the afternoon until we were discharged so we didn't get home until about 3:30. (This was partly due to the fact that we hit the Sonic drive-through on the way home! ) Griffith really wasn't all that interested - he did not want an order of Ched 'r' peppers with that, thank you very much. Once he ate and got settled, we all took naps. Then it was time to feed him (and ourselves) again. Griffith was doing great. Of course, he hadn't been put down from 3:30 until 7:00. Griffith seems to like our swing and hung out in it while we were eating. Of course, we didn't have it adjusted correctly and, at the beginning, he was swinging a little higher and faster than strictly necessary. He probably thought he was on The Whip at the county fair! Once we got that straightened out, Dad headed back to the hospital to visit with Allan and we settled in here. We are supposed to stick to the hospital feeding schedule so we are on a 3, 6, 9, 12 treadmill. Griffith is in a bassinet by the bed and I would love to report that, between feedings, he was quiet as a lamb but, Lord, he's a noisy little thing -- sucking on the pacifier, rooting around for it,wriggling, groaning, stretching. He was a bit of a night owl. Three o'clock and he was ready to play. I suppose we'll get used to it, but right now we are all ears. He sneezed around 2 and we both bolted upright. He likes the bassinet. It has a vibrate mode and he's all in to the thousand fingers massage.
Allan had a good day yesterday, too. He is off the high-flow cannula and on to the regular wall cannula which is a big step for going home. He seems to be doing very well. Now we just have to convince him that bottle-feeding is something he wants to do full-time. Dr. DeSai examined him yesterday because he had had a big weight gain the day before and she wanted to make sure that he wasn't getting too much fluid. He's not. She pronounced him "fat" and is taking him off of the special high-calorie formula. That's right, she's putting my baby, my one pound nine ounce baby, on a diet. He is doing well, but is probably a couple of weeks from going home. Fortunately he isn't lonely -- he is now roommates with Makenze, Griffith's former girlfriend. Little hussy is determined to get herself one of my boys.
We aren't sure what today holds. We are just going to play it by ear and, every time Griffith howls, one of us will jump to figure out what caused it and, more importantly, how to make it stop.