Marshall stood up in my lap tonight.

In front of his grandma, dad, step gramps, and me.

No one reminded him he is only two months old.  In fact, I looked down at him and asked him if his next trick would be walking.

He was furious that a gas bubble was trapped in his tummy.  So while yelling at the top of his lungs, he arched his back, planted his feet into my legs and stood up. (Yes I was holding him against my chest and supporting him some but he stood on his own).

As for how he is doing, he is still pretty sleepy.  He needs the oxygen a little less today than he did last night.  His oxygen levels are still ping pong-y but not like last night.

His cough is pretty terrible to hear, let alone watch.  And he has a little wheeze tonight.

His heart got quite stressed during the respiratory screw up this afternoon but seems to have recovered. 

His appetite is a little down but his output is good. 

And so we wait… and watch…and hope like hell they set us free tomorrow…

The care is good but too much of this place is still too much.