First of all, I am finally legit, I don't have to mooch off of Dad or Mom's accounts any longer. I have my own! (But don't tell Mom, she'll worry that I had to lie about my age to get the account)
What I look like when Dad stops feeding me, and I am still hungry
Secondly, I have some big news. I got to ride in an elevator!
We took the ride from the 2nd floor of the NICU to the 6th floor. While I am still technically in the NICU, this takes me from an intensive patient to an intermediate one. In this case, that's good news! I am just a degree and a half away from having my bird-cage of a house transitioned to a big boy crib, and I am now taking all of my meals via bottle. (30 mL/meal)
This is as close to a celebration face as I can make so far.
My new dig are much quieter. And even though I blew my crying neighbor Elizabeth a kiss as I left her, it seems I am now in the land of the breast feeding mothers and multiples. It feels like deja-vu all over again. Everywhere I look are two identical babies side by side. Crazy!
Mmmm....nappy poo!
Again they are still trying to manage my eating which is progressing as fast as I can get them to agree to. Even at lunch today I was still rooting around for some more food from Dad after they increased my feeds. It also looks like my damn bilirubin is back up (still makes me think of sandwiches) but they thing that is due to the blood transfusion I had the day before yesterday. From here on out the doctors tell me I'll just be getting iron supplements. Maybe there from GNC? In any case I finally get to wear some reasonable clothes, but I'll leave that story for Mom to tell as it's about time for another nap.
Good night Moon,
Patrick
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