Thursday, March 31, 2005

Aunty Sal and Cousin Aiden came to see me today. I didn't get to see Cousin Aiden because the Nurses won't allow children in, but I spent some time with Mum and Aunty Sally while Dad took Cousin Aiden to the park for an ice cream. Aunty Sally was a bit caught up by how small I was - she says the pictures don't really give you a true picture of how big I am. I'm glad she didn't see me a few weeks back when I was smaller still.

They weighed me this morning: I'm now 1.14kg (or 2 pounds 8 ounces) but the Doctors aren't sure if it's real or if it's just fluid. They'll find out when they weigh me again next week.

Mum and Dad had a bit of a shock when they came back to see me later on: my cot space was empty and I'd gone! For a split second they thought I'd been taken away for something drastic, but they soon realised that I'd been moved to the other side of the Unit. The Nurse said it was a promotion, but I think they needed the space as they're due to get a lot more babies in tonight. I've got a bit more of a view from here but it's a bit cramped for Mum and Dad as I'm squashed into a corner.

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Ma and Pa came back to visit me again today, and I had a nice long cuddle with Mum and Dad. Everyone said that I'd filled out since they last saw me, and that I looked more like a proper baby now. I'm still a bit pale though, and it's likely the Doctors will give me a blood transfusion soon.

In the evening, Mum and Dad came back to change my nappy. Mum and me had a competition to see who could make the most mess, but she won: they only needed two nappies and a new bedsheet to clean me up after me, but they had to fetch the mop and clean the floor after Mum made her mess. I was very impressed.

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

I'm three weeks old today. And I'm now 1.08kg (that's 2 pounds and 6 ounces in old money) so I've put on lots of weight since last week. They've put my feed up to 8ml per hour, and my Dad says I'm starting to look chubby:

I'm off the antibiotics now, as none of the tests found anything, but I'm still feeling a bit under the weather and I'm looking very pale. The Doctors said that I'll be needing a blood transfusion if my haemoglobin levels don't improve in the next day or so. But they also said that it was fairly normal for small babies like me to need some extra blood. I think they're generally pleased with me, but it's hard to tell with Doctors.

I managed to get two nice long cuddles with my Mum and Dad today, and during the cuddles I escaped from my breathing machine for at least an hour. If I'm good, I might be allowed to start coming off it again.

Monday, March 28, 2005

I'm feeling a bit better today, but I'm still looking pale and I'm very tired. The results of the blood culture tests should be back soon which will allow the Doctors to assess whether the current cocktail of antibiotics is the best, but they seem to be working regardless. They also said I could come off the breathing support machine later for a few hours. The tubes of the machine are very uncomfortable and my nose gets very sore, and I'm looking forward to getting a bit of respite. Beside, I think the nurse is fed up of replacing it because I keep wriggling to make it fall out on its own.

I had lots of visitors again today: Ma, Pa and funny Aunty Ceri came to see me. They've been staying at a farm near Hay-on-Wye with Nana and Grandpa over Easter. Mum and Dad were supposed to go too but that was all arranged before I arrived. The farm is very beautiful and we might all go next year instead. It was good to see everyone again (although I heard Aunty Ceri threaten to poke me again).

Later, Mum and Dad came back to change my nappy and clean me up. Mum then sang songs at me for an hour or so while Dad made the soft toys dance. They're obviously bonkers, but they're quite entertaining.

Sunday, March 27, 2005

The Easter Bunny came today and left me a new toy:

The Easter Bunny is very generous as he also left a toy for all the other babies in the Unit.

Nana and Grandpa also came to see me today, but I'm afraid I wasn't at my best. I've been feeling a bit tired and poorly, and the Doctors have started me on a course of antibiotics while they do some tests to work out what's wrong.

They've put a new drip in my hand so they can deliver the drugs easily. I keep forgetting that it's there, and end up bashing it on my head when I try to put my hand in my mouth. It's not very comfortable really. Just to add insult to injury, they've put me back on the breathing support machine full time. I don't like it, but I don't have the strength to complain about it right now.

Saturday, March 26, 2005

I had a quiet day today. I did some wriggling, then I practised looking at things for a while, and then I had a sleep. It's hard work being me; Dad reckons I'm only awake for about four hours a day, but I think he's jealous. Me and my friend in the next cot spent a lot of time setting off alarms. A lot of Nurses are away at the moment taking a well-earned break over Easter, so we made sure that the remaining ones had to work really hard.

After they came to visit me, Mum and Dad went to a special service at the Hospital Chaplaincy to commemorate lost and loved babies. They read my name out during the service and lit candles and things. There were lots of other Mummies and Daddies there, as well as lots of the staff from the Special Care Baby Unit.

Here's a picture of my Lion name card:

My Dad likes this picture because it reminds him of Cowardly Lion from the Wizard of Oz. Cowardly Lion thought he'd lost his courage, but in fact he had it with him all along.

Friday, March 25, 2005

Today was very eventful: I had Visits from Aunty C, Aunty Jan, Aunty Aimee and Uncle Mark. It's very warm in here, and Aunty Aimee was so excited to see me that she passed out in a dead faint. Everyone was a bit worried as she hit her head on the floor on the way down, and the Nurses packed her off to Casualty in a wheelchair. Aunty Aimee said afterwards that she felt a bit silly, and I think she gave the Nurses quite a fright. They said they're so used to dealing with small people that it's a bit of a shock when a full-sized person needs help. But if you're going to faint, then the hospital is a good place to do it. We were relieved to hear later that she's OK.

I'm back on the eight hours off, four hours on pattern with my breathing support machine and I hate it. But I did manage to have a nice long cuddle with Mum and Dad when they came back in the evening; with all the excitment in here, I've not had any cuddles for a few days. I had a short cuddle with Mum and a long cuddle with Dad while Mum was making some milk for me. Mum made a huge amount of milk and had to stop before the bottle overflowed; the Nurse said that being near me triggers her to make more milk, which is why cuddles are so important.

Thursday, March 24, 2005

I stayed off my breatning support machine all last night, and by this morning I'd been doing it all by my self for about 24 hours. It's a bit harder than I expected though, and I was getting a bit tired so the Nurses decided to put me back on it for a while to let me recover. I wasn't very happy.

My Dad thinks I look like a Dalek when I'm wearing my breathing support hat:

(I got my revenge later; I'll let you guess how...)

A new boy has arrived next to me, and I think he'll be in here a while as he's much the same size as me. He doesn't like his breathing support machine either, but we've kept ourselves amused by taking it in turns to set off the alarms to summon the Nurses. It's nice to have a friend again.

We get weighed twice a week on Monday and Thursday evenings. On Monday, I weighed 1 pound 13 ounces which isn't enough, so they've been adding extra calories to my milk (no Kettle chips or Milky Ways, unfortunately). This seems to have worked, as I weighed 1 pound 15 ounces this evening, but I've got a long way to go.

I finally became a real person today when my Dad went to register me. I've got two birth certificates and very some important numbers that I'll need when I'm older to open bank accounts and get passports and things. Growing up sounds very dull. I also got a new hat today; it's a bit girly, but it's very warm and it helps me sleep:

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

It's been a bit quiet in ITU these past few days. The Nurses have been getting a bit giddy, especially in the middle of the night when the effect of sleep deprivation and too much caffine really start to kick in. I woke up at 3am this morning to find the Nurses singing and dancing to Is This the Way to Amarillo by Peter Kay and Tony Christie on the radio. These Nurses really know how to party!

I gave everyone a bit of a scare today when I stopped breathing completely and set all the alarms off. You might take it for granted, but premature babies like me find it hard work remembering to breathe in and out all the time. The Nurse arrived at top speed, but I managed to sort myself out before she needed to do anything, but I think I frightened my Mum and Nana. On the whole I've been pretty good at breathing: I'm currently doing it on my own for ten hours in every twelve, and if I carry on doing well they're going to try taking me off the breathing machine completely later on. I can't wait to get rid of it as it hurts my nose.

They've put up my feed to 7.5 ml an hour in an effort to bulk me up, and as a result I'm feeling a bit bloated and my tummy is a bit sore. Mum and Dad came by this evening to change my nappy and put me into a new baby-grow, but as this was the first time they've put clothes on me they weren't very good at it. They'd better improve as time goes on or I'm going to go stay with one of my Aunties!

Mum and Dad have also asked me to say a big thankyou for all the comments people have left for me to read. I love having them read to me and it's great to be able to keep in touch with you all, even if you're on the other side of the world. Modern technology really is amazing!

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

I am two weeks old today! And I got to wear clothes for the first time, because they've turned down my incubator to a chilly 31° and I was getting a bit cold. I started out in a blue one, the smallest baby-grow they could find. It didn't last long as I had a bit of an accident when Mum was changing my nappy, so they put me in a larger white one instead. My feet only reach halfway down the legs at the moment, but perhaps that's why they call it a baby-grow.

Speaking of which, I've been losing a bit of weight these past few days. Apparently it's normal for babies to lose weight in the first week or so, as they're getting used to digesting things. Some of my weight-loss will be because I'm not as puffy as I was last week, but I don't really have much weight to lose. The Doctors are keeping an eye on it, and if I've not put on mre weight by Thursday they'll start fortifying the milk they give me. My Dad was wondering what they fortify it with, and if they can get the same effect by fortifying my Mum with Cream Eggs.

Monday, March 21, 2005

Nana came to visit me today. She will be looking after Mum during the day this week because Dad had to go back to work, although I think Nana also needs some looking after at the moment. Dad said that he feels a bit guilty going back to work, but that he will still come and see me in the evenings.

Mum and Dad have been saying that I look a bit like a muppet, a fraggle and even a gelfling, so today I decided to extract my revenge.

Mum did my cares at lunchtime, which is when I made my first move:

I've been taking in milk at a rate of 6 ml / hour, and I've been feeling a bit bloated: my tummy is a bit swollen and it's been a bit uncomfortable. There was plenty of stuff ready to go, and as soon as my Mum took my nappy off, I decided to let it all go. I managed to keep producing waste for a good 15 minutes, and it went everywhere. Mum and the Nurse thought it was pretty funny though. (Nana took a great photo, but Dad thought it was a bit crude to put up here. He says if anyone really wants to see it he'll be happy to send it by email).

After this I had a nice long cuddle with my Mum. This gave me the opportunity to make my next move: I managed to be sick all over my blanket. Luckily the Nurse thought this was funny too. Then later in the evening when Dad was changing my nappy I got the hatrick: as soon as he'd taken it off, I weed all over his hands. Mum though this was very funny, but I'm not sure about Dad. Uncle Dave should be very proud of me today!

Sunday, March 20, 2005

I had visits from Aunty Ceri, Aunty Lou, Ma, Aunty C and Aunty Ceri's friend today: I'm very lucky to have such a lot of fun Aunties! I wasn't able to give them my full attention because I was too hot: I tried to tell the Nurses I was too warm in my hat and blanket by breathing very rapidly until the alarms went off. But by the time they'd figured out what I wanted, the Nurses were fed up of having to run across the room to turn the beeping off and were calling me a naughty boy. I calmed down as soon as they'd taken my silly hat off though, and I've been good since then.

My Mum and Dad came back after their tea to visit me again, but they weren't able to come in until much later because my friend in the cot next door was very poorly. He's gone now and everyone is very upset. I hope his Mum and Dad are OK.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Aunty Lou, Aunty Ceri and Ma came to see me today and it was all very exciting. They took a lot of pictures, but I didn't really like all the bright flashes as they made me jump. My Mum said it was like having the paparazzi in the ward. It was good to see them all though, even though Aunty Ceri pulled some funny faces at me:

(I think she's admiring my new hat)

After my Aunties left, the Nurses turned on the radio to listen to The Match. I woke up as soon as Max Boyce started singing funny songs (I tried to put my fingers in my ears when Charlotte Church sang). I had a nice long cuddle with my Mum and Dad during The Match. All the Nurses were a bit giddy on account of having to work on a Match Day, but it all came good and Wales beat Ireland 32-20. This means that Wales have won the Grand Slam and the Triple Crown, something they've not managed to do for 27 years.

My tummy is a bit swollen a the moment, but noone is too worried about it. The Nurses think I've got "CPAC belly"; which is where my breating support machine forces air into my tummy instead of my lungs. This makes me burp, which I reckon is pretty funny.

Friday, March 18, 2005

I did some more breathing on my own today: I'm allowed to do about 6 hours on my own and 6 hours with some help, but I reckon I could manage on my own for a lot longer. I'm on my full feed now, so they've been able to remove the drip which makes things a lot more comfortable. My Mum says that I look a lot smaller without my tubes, but that I look a lot more like a proper person. It's pretty tiring breathing on my own, and I spend a lot of time asleep:

(You can also see my pixie ears on this picture). When I'm awake I like to try and see what's going on, even though I can't make out much detail right now.

Tomorrow is the Big Match, which is seems to be very important for everyone here in Wales. Lots of people are coming to see this weekend, including my Aunty Ceri (I hope she doesn't try to poke me), Ma (my Mum's Mum) and Aunty Lou. It's going to be very exciting.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Pa visited again today; he's been doing a great job of looking after my Mum doing cooking and cleaning and giving her lifts places. I managed to get a long cuddle with my Dad as my Mum had to go off to get her blood pressure checked and it took ages (it was still high, and she has to go back again next week). The cuddle was fun: I pulled faces at my Dad until his arm went numb and I fell asleep. And I checked: his arm hasn't fallen off as my Aunty suggested, but I am beginning to wonder about what I've gotten into with my family's pixie ears and everything.

I've been spending more time off my breathing support: currently I'm spending about 4 hours off it and about 8 hours on, but if I'm good they'll let me spend more time off it. I'm also up to my full feed now, which means I'm getting all my nutrition from my Mum's milk. This is great as it means they can take away the line they've been using to feed me with. Not only are the lines uncomfortable, I can't wave my arms about so much when they're tied down with tubes.

I've been getting a lot of support from my Aunty Sal. She's sent lots of text messages and cards, and she's also set up a lantern for me in her Prayer Tree. My Mum and Dad think the lantern is pretty cool; but I just like the way it shines in the dusk:

My lantern in Aunty Sal's garden

My Mum and Dad will be back later on after my Dad has gone to Tai Chi. I haven't managed to follow my Uncle's suggestion of being sick on Dad yet, but I'm hoping I'll get a chance soon as it sounds like a great game.

Finally, I've had a great list of famous Williams from Aunty Annie:

Explanitary note: Guglielmo (that is wop for william.)

oooh, thought of an important william - guglielmo (gonna have to check the spelling) marconi! he invented marconi and cheese! ha ha not really but he did something clever with phones or tellies or something. every town and city in italy has a big street named after him so he must have been a bit important. maybe i should have googled his name before i wrote this...ooh and William Gallas of Chelsea and France...and Willy Sagnol he is either french or senegalese...and will self...

william in french is guillaume (sp?) and in spanish it is williamoethethethe. fact. i got another one: chilly billy (best book EVER), billy the kid, bill from bill and ted, bill roche - ken from corrie, bill bailey won't you take me home, billy bremner (leeds united 'great'), billy joel, billy ocean...I'M ON FIRE!

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

I had a cuddle with my Mum and Dad today. Pa took the photo's - he's come down for a few days to look after my Mum so my Dad can go back to work for a bit. He's been a great help so far.

I've also been off the breathing support machine for several hours at a time - this is why I was allowed to cuddle my Mum. I don't like the breathing machine because it hurts my nose - I've tried hitting it with my hands but the Nurses get cross with me when I manage to dislodge it. I'd much prefer to breath on my own!

I look a lot better without my silly hat:

I'm also having more milk now, and I'm nearly up to a full feed of about 5.5 ml / hour. If all goes well, they should be able to take away my Red Bag of Total Parental Nutrition. I still need it at the moment as my Potassium and Phosphate levels are a bit wrong. The Doctor took some blood yesterday to do some tests to see if all is well with my kidneys, as this can cause changes in my Potassium and Phosphate levels.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

The name William means Resolute Protector. I share my name with lots of famous people:

If I've missed any, please let my Mum or Dad know and I'll get them to do something about it.

Today is my Uncle's Birthday; March is a popular time of year to be born in our family! He's working in Bangkok. My Dad says he really enjoys living out there, but it must be hard to be so far away when there are things like me going on back home. I hope he stays out there, as I think I'd like to go and visit when I'm older.

I managed to breathe without support today, if only for an hour. They took me off the ventilator a few days ago; the new machine just supports me while I do the work of breathing, and this evening they let me try breathing all on my own with only a small tube to supply me with some oxygen-enriched air. I did OK, but the new tube made me sneeze, which my Mum thought was very funny.

Both my Mum and My Dad were allowed to change my nappy today. This made them happy because they're not allowed to touch me very often. I had a little cry when my Mum changed my nappy: I don't like being poked when I'm alseep. My Dad said my cries sounded like a small lamb; I think he was being kind.

This evening, Pa (that's what my Mum's Dad has decided I should call him) came back to look after my Mum. He's going to be a great help around the house. It also means my Dad can go back to work. He says he needs to do this so that he can get a wire for the camera so he can upload some more pictures of here.

Monday, March 14, 2005

I'm still breathing without the aid of the ventilator: everyone is very pleased with me. My Mum is pleased because you can see a lot more of me without the ventilation tubes. She thinks I look like an old man; I tried to stick my tongue out at her but it gave me the hiccups.

I really don't like being handled at the moment. I screw my face up and try to cry whenever they come to move me around. The Doctors are a bit worried that I might have got an infection, and they've taken some blood samples to do some tests just in case, but they've not put me on any extra antibiotics just yet. It's hard for everyone to hear bad news, but the Doctors said that we can't expect everything to go well all the time.

On the plus side, I'm now taking milk at the rate of 2 ml / hour, and my Mum is expressing loads of it for me. She's been doing it every three hours, including all through the night, which is one reason she's feeling so tired. She says that the electric pumping machine makes her feel like a cow, but I don't really know what that means.

I've had lots of cards from people. I really apprieciate all the kind words and thoughts, and I think it helps my Mum and Dad to know that they've got a lot of good friends. People keep asking what they can do to help - in truth, there's not a lot anyone can do as I'm being looked after so well here. Perhaps the best thing would be to look after my Mum and Dad, so that they can then look after me. Otherwise, there are a number of charities such as Bliss or SGSCBA that exist for special care babies like me.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

My blue period

The Doctors have been very pleased with my breathing and have been steadily reducing the amount of ventilation I've been getting. The ventilation machine keeps beeping because I keep trying to breathe on my own, and it doesn't like it when I do that. I think it's funny because the nurses have to come and switch it off every time it beeps. Anyway, by 6pm they decided that I'd should start breathing on my own. I still need some support, but I'm doing most of it by myself. My Mum and Dad are very proud of me.

They've also started to give me intravenous caffine, which apparently helps me remember to breathe. The Doctor said that it was equivalent to having one cappuchino every hour or so, so I feel a bit wired right now. If everything goes well, they'll gradually reduce the amount over the next few weeks.

I also managed to listen to the Match today (Wales beat Scotland 46 to 22). The Nurses had it on a radio in the ward, and I listened to the whole thing with my Dad. Rugby seems to be very important in Wales, and my Dad says that I'm sure to find out a lot more about it from my Gran and my Aunty. There seems to be a really big match on Saturday; perhaps they'll come and listen to it with me in here.

The other big thing that happened today was that my Mum went home. I don't think it was easy for her to leave the hopsital without me, but I'm glad she did: I'm in good hands here and I need her to be strong and well. I'll miss her midnight visits, but she was feeling homesick and Dad the Mog was missing her. It took her a long time to leave: she'd accumulated so much stuff in her room it took Dad three trips to load up the car.

They came back to see me after they'd had something to eat to see how I'd been getting on without the ventilator. Then they went home as my Mum needed to express some milk for me. However, in the rush to leave they'd forgotten to take a crucial bit for the mechanical pump. It was all a bit stressful as they were rather tired, but in the end my Dad came back here to get a replacement part and all was well.

Today is my Grandad's birthday. My Dad joked with him on the phone that he'd got him another grandson as a present, but I don't think he was very amused.

I had my first taste of milk today. My Mum has been hard at work expressing milk into little srynges and bottles - she's very clever. She's very dedicated about it; she even gets up several times in the middle of the night to express some before coming up for a quick chat with me. I like my midnight visits from my Mum as it's can get very busy in here during the day and I like hearing her talking to me.

Mum's milk is amazing stuff: not only does it contain all the nutrients I need, it's specially tailored to my particular circumstances. If I had been born on schedule, the milk would contain different things than it does now. It also helps set up my immune system by passing on antibodies from my Mum. The first lot of milk was a bit much, so they've reduced the amount I have until I get used to it.

The Doctors are pleased with the amount of oxygen getting into my blood stream, so they've cut down the amount of ventilation I'm receiving.

Friday, March 11, 2005

They turned off my phototherapy light today and took off my mask. It's good for people to see my face again, but I'm afraid I didn't manage to get out of my mask before my Aunty had to leave to go visit friends in London. My Mum and Dad were a bit sad, as they like my Aunty a lot, but she promised to come back next week to see me and to watch the Match. I'm a bit worried because she said she'd like to poke me when she comes back and I'm not sure I'd like it. I like to be left alone on the whole, but I might make an exception for her.

My Mum and Dad were allowed to touch me today as the nurse let them help clean my mouth and change my nappy. This is the first time that they've been allowed to help, and I think it was a moving experience for them both. They weren't very good at cleaning me up this time, but I'm sure they'll get better at it as the days go by.

Aunty C came back again today too.

I met my Aunty today; she's my mother's sister. She's very funny, and can make my Mum laugh just by looking at her or by singing silly songs. At one stage my Mum had to stop her from singing because her sides were in danger of splitting. She's very important to both my parents.

My Aunty was very pleased to see me: I think I was bigger than she thought I might be. She really wanted to look at my ears, as she wants to know if I've got pixie ears like hers, but they were hidden undere my hat. She also wanted to see my face, but I had my shades on as the Doctors had turned on my phototreatment lamp to help stop me being jaundiced.

My Aunty then went back to my house with my Dad to make sure he got some proper food. I think he finds it a bit difficult to find time to eat, as my Mum gets proper meals delivered to her bed. She wasn't very impressed to hear that he'd had sausages and rice-cakes for his tea the day before, and she insisted on cooking a proper meal instead. He was very grateful for her company, as he says the house feels empty with just him and the Mog in it.

I've been a bit puffy recently, as the fluid they're giving me isn't coming out as quickly as it should. The Doctors have given me a diuretic to help my kidneys function better, and I've started weeing a bit more since that. The Doctors hope that this will get better as I progress. Another problem is that the antibiotic they've been giving me is a bit dangerous in higher dosages, so it's important that I get it out of my system before it builds up.

Aunty C also came to see me today - I think she'll probably come to see me every day. I'm very lucky to have so many Aunties to help look after me.

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Nana went home today becaused she had to go for a chemotherapy session. This make her feel very sick for about ten days, so she won't be able to see me for a little while. She managed to see me before she left though, and she even managed to take a some pictures:

Granny and Grandpa (my Mum's parents) also had to go home today. I also saw them before they left. Everyone looked very tired today - I think my arrival has been a bit hard on everyone.

Later, I met Aunty C. She seems like a nice lady and I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot of her.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

I was born today. It was quite a surprise to all involved, as I was supposed to be arriving in about 11 weeks time. I was so early because things weren't quite right for me inside my Mum. The Doctors said I wasn't getting enough oxygen and food and I'd not been growing properly for a few weeks.

My Mum had been worried about since Sunday, as I'd not been as active as normal. After a busy day at school on Monday, she rang the midwife who told her she would have to come in for some tests. They listened to my heartbeat for a bit, and then they got some Doctors to have a look at me through a ultrasound scanner. By this time they had decided that my Mum wasn't going home. My Mum and Dad sat up all night listening to my heartbeat - they were pretty tired by the morning.

Early on Tuesday, the Consultant came to see them. He explained that they would have to get me out as things were'nt going as well as they hoped. They prepared my Mum for surgery and dressed my Dad up in a funny green suit made of paper, and then they took us into the operating theatre. There were lots of people in there, and "Beautiful Day" by U2 was playing on a stereo - this seemed strange but it seemed to keep my Mum calm. After the epidural had taken hold, they fished me out of my Mum and put me into an incubator. My Mum was very brave throughout the operation; my Dad was trying to help her by stroking her hair. Everyone in the operating theatre was amazing - I really wish I knew how to thank them enough.

I saw my Mum and Dad for about 20 seconds before they rushed me off to the Neonatal care unit where they spent quite a bit of time making sure I was OK. At the same time, another group of people were putting my Mum back together. They must have done a good job because she was able to see me later the same day.

The Neonatal unit is very noisy, and full of people being very busy. I'm wired up to a lot of complicated machines that go beep - in the absence of my Mum there job is to keep me going until I can manange on my own. The downside is that I'm covered in sensors and tubes: I have a drip in each arm, two lines in my chest, a line through my belly-button, a tube down my nose and a a tube down my throat. Between them, these tubes supply me with food, water, oxygen and medicine, as well as allowing the nurses to monitor my breathing rate, blood pressure, blood gas levels, heartrate and temperature. They even weigh my nappies to see how much fluid has passed through me.

I saw my Dad first as my Mum was still recovering downstairs. He was a bit sad and tearful when he first saw me, perhaps on account of all the tubes and wires, but also probably because he was a bit tired. He was very pleased to see me though, and he spent a long time just slooking at me. The Doctors spent a lot of time explaining what they had done to me, but I think a lot of it must have gone in one ear and out the other.

I then saw Nana, my Dad's Mum. She'd jumped on a train as soon as she'd heard about me because she'd had to go back home the next day for a chemotherapy session. Later the same day I saw my Mum's Mum and Dad - they haven't decided what I should call them yet as I'm their first grandchild. They were all pleased to see me, but they were all a bit tired because they had been worrying so much about me and my Mum.

I saw my Mum later the same evening - she had managed to get into a wheelchair and she got my Dad to roll her into the Neonatal unit. She was a bit sore from the operation, but she was very pleased to see that I was OK, and so was I.

My Mum

My Dad

Me and My Mum

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