Today everyone seemed to decide that I was basically just a small baby and therefore I should start taking bottle feeds, come off oxygen and stop having my heart rate monitored.
Well I tried:
|Small sprog learning a new trick|
|Don't forget to wind me!|
But I also realised that this would mean people paying me less attention and me having to do more work. May I remind you that I wasn't due to be born for another 6 weeks. So to be honest I really wasn't sure that I wanted to be treated as 'just another baby'. So I had a proper series of bradycardias and desaturations. After about 30 minutes of this they got the message. And my lovely nurse sucked the big bubble of wind from my tummy (from the tube which I dislike so much, but it does have its uses). Once the wind was gone I could breathe again.
|Mum getting me going again|
So - feeding from the bottle: working on it. Burping up my own wind: not yet.
Bradys - not over yet.
|Me saying sorry to Mum|
I think Mum found the whole episode rather stressful - sorry about that, but I've said it once and I'll say it again - don't rush me. I'm happily growing (another 90gms overnight) so I now weigh 2.16Kgs which would be a respectable birthweight for my age if I'd arrived today.
In other news - I am learning to be a true Eccles. This involves sneezing in threes and passing weapons-grade wind.
|Letting Mum work for her exams|
|Look NO tubes!!!|
|"I think I want one million pounds" (with thanks to Mike Myers)|
Hugs to everybody,