I've felt almost like I was living a Groundhog Day type existence. Every day, starting on Saturday, it was "he's looking so good, not tomorrow, but home probably on ________ (insert the next day)" Repeat, repeat, repeat.
He made it back to his home vent on Saturday evening on about ten liters. And most of the time since then, he's been up there. When he was asleep, we might get to seven, but not really below that.
Then this morning, I woke up and found him on 2. Yeah, TWO!!! He was sound asleep, but still!
So start the clock. He needs to be consistently five liters or less for 24 hours.
And sometimes we've had to stop the clock. I mean, that's what the countdown is for, to make sure he really can handle it. But so far, he's below four and active and playing.