Today I was able to finally hold Marcus again. We haven't been able to hold him since Saturday because he was so sick, so almost a week without holding my little guy was killing me. Sitting in the chair, holding him, I just felt relief, relief that I was holding my boy, who has once again defied the odds. This tiny baby who has been through so much already, yet keeps on surprising us all. He actually snuggled up to me and went right to sleep, which is unusual since holding him more often than not makes him uncomfortable. He usually whines and squirms, and it stresses him out. Not today, today, we sat in that chair for an hour and a half, he slept, I even dozed a bit, and it was one of the greatest moments I have ever had. I can tell he feels better, there is such a difference in him.

He was wide awake when I arrived. The blue thing on his eye is where his stitch is to close that eye. It is still a bit swollen, but already looks better than yesterday.

Squinting at the flash. Big accomplishment for someone who is not supposed to be able to see, you can also see the stitch a bit better in this shot.

Myles will not be coming home tomorrow as planned. His doctor wants to keep him a little longer, because he has not learned how to pace himself when he is eating and tends to get choked up. This is a new doctor, so I give it a few days until he learns that this is just how the Costner men eat and Myles is actually just a victim of genetics. He can't help himself. However, better safe than sorry, and as much as I want him home, I know it is going to be a bittersweet day, bringing home only one of my boys.