It’s time for cares. Checking his temperature comes first. I get the temperature probe out, figure which arm will be easiest to check it under. Decide on which side to do it from. He is on his right side so under his left arm from the front is usually easiest. I turn on the heater and open the port holes on his incubator. He looks so comfy, his arms tucked up under his chin. I carefully lift his tiny little arm and put the probe tip carefully in the crux of his armpit.

He tries to lift his arm because it’s uncomfortable and slightly colder than he is. I hold his little arm down. And he wiggles his legs a bit, opens one eye then pretends to be asleep. The temperature probe finishes and beeps quietly. 37 even, good job buddy! I lift his little arm and move the probe out, and close the port hole. His arm is still in the air where I left it after removing the probe. So I open the door and fold his arm back down with his hand under his chin. I carefully close the door, then his little arm flies back up. Then he folds it back under his chin. Then back up in the air, then under his chin, then back up in the air. It’s almost like he is laughing at me. “Make up your mind dad, do you want my arm up or down?”

I chuckle, open the door and tuck his little arm back down and hold it there. He gives a big stretch with his legs, then relaxes. RT is back asleep. I slowly release my hold and quietly close the porthole.

You little goof!