A Full Night's Sleep!

Last night, the nurses left us alone, and we both actually got almost 8 hours of sleep -- probably the last time for a while. We're awaiting word on whether Cooper will be returning to our room today.

We visited with him last night, and he is so adorable! While he looks so much like his big sister at birth, the personalities are really quite different. While Savannah was very relaxed, she was also wide-eyed, checking out her new world. When she got mad, she had a very short fuse. Cooper, however, has more of a slow burn. He is much whinier and more dramatic. Everything is a personal affront. He doesn't cry much, though. And eventually, his laid-back nature takes over, and he chooses sleep over protest. An activist he is not.

His abdomen (I can't bring myself to repeatedly use the word "tummy") looks completely normal now. We reviewed the birth video last night, and you could actually see him gulping air and his distention forming. As a video editor, you often spend long days in an edit suite with clients looking over your shoulder. Obviously, you have to internalize many of your feelings, gastrically speaking. This is what I call "edit bloat." That's what Cooper had -- a massive case of edit bloat.

Now he has learned to let it go. He has developed a very healthy burp, and not one of those little baby eeps. It's a deep, gutteral utterance -- a gutterance, if you will. It's a PBR and a bucket of chicken kind of belch, one that says, "baby, get me another tall boy, and since the preacher's coming over, grab me some pants!" When he lets forth in his full gaseous glory, the preemies in the room grow silent. Their reverent hush screams, "Cooper McCall Franklin, you are my hero!"

Going to see him now. More to come...