I woke up and I’m still at the hospital. I still have this big thing on my arm that makes my hand not work very good. But I got a little sleep. Even if I did wake Mommy up alot. It’s not much fun to sleep in a hospital with a big thing on your arm and cords stuck to you.
This morning I’m just going to relax a little and watch some George. He’s my favorite monkey.
(See my pictures on my bed… this is so I can remember my sissy while I’m here.)
(And this one is so my doctors and nurses know what I look like when I’m not icky and grouchy.)
(Because this is what I look like lately.)
Mommy gave me some more milk this morning in my tube and I didn’t throw it up yet like I did yesterday, so she said that’s good. If I can do good and keep my milk in me then I can go home later today maybe. They keep telling me how extra special good I am. Better than lots of other kids who have their mouth worked on like me. But I’m cool like that.
Thanks for checking on me. Mommy says when I decide I want to smile again she will take a picture. It’s time for Sid. I have to go see what he’s going to learn about today.