I cannot take credit for the title of this post. Marie, one of our NICU nurses coined that phrase, and it stands for the blips preemies sometimes experience (“pranks” they “pull”) on or just before they are due to be discharged. For example, a preemie who has been feeding well for a few days might suddenly “decide” he’s not going to suck or breathe, resulting in a desat and a falling heart rate or Brady (ahem, Jack).
That said, the countdown is still on. Nobody will be coming home tomorrow (Thursday), but the homecoming is still in our sights! Jack and Sophie passed the car seat test (overachievers at Day 57), but dear Henry is not quite ready for the ride. He is, however, a pretty decent eater, outperforming his sister on several occasions in the last few days. And tackling this whole sucking/swallowing/breathing business quite a bit faster than his siblings, I might add! Feeding tube is out!
In any event, it seems the triplets are not willing to leave one another behind. So, together they’ll stay for at least one more day. In the meantime, here they are, swaddled by Dad and ready for bed!