Harris was finally stable enough to be held by Mommy and Daddy. He no longer really needed any extra Oxygen, although that annoying CPAP still had to be stuck up his nose to help his lungs, but he did get to put on a cozy shirt.
Feeding also started (through a feeding tube), and Harris, like any good Rothschild (or Fenster), took to it like a champ. The first couple times, they gave him such a small amount, he fussed for more.
He loves to be cuddled while he sleeps, and Mommy and Daddy are more than happy to oblige.
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