Jack had a really good night, sleeping peacefully through his midnight feeding and waking calmly for about an hour during his 3 AM feeding. He was so good that we didn't even wake up Hardy.
At 5:30 Jack started crying so dad took his turn to go in and feed him and he discovered that Jack and his busy little hands had yanked out his feeding tube. Of course we didn't yet have a stethoscope to help me make sure the tube was placed in the right place so Hardy had to run to Walgreens and purchased the only one they had in the store. I then had to shove a new tube down his nose. Thankfully I got it in the first try, but Jack was none to happy about it, and neither was mom or dad. Then about 10 mintues after dad left for work he nearly pulled the darn thing out again. I caught it in time and got it taped down securly, but now I think it moved and is out of place again so somehow I'm going to have to get it off and readjusted. Thank goodness Grandma has arrived so someone can hold him down while I pry the tape off his face for the third time this morning.
Here is a picture of his battle wounds. Most of the holes in his tummy are from the drains and pacer wires. Looks pretty good considering what he looked like 2 weeks ago.