|A brief moment without my nasal 02|
Winston Churchill or Chairman Mao - you decide
|So where am I?|
|Oooh, this is new.|
|Definitely in London then!|
Then Mum got back and had to ring Dad as we'd been away from the unit for two hours and they wanted to check we weren't lost. To be fair, my sense of direction is pretty lousy and I still much prefer looking to the right, rather than the left (M&D are getting slightly irritated with this and keep rearranging my head when I lie down); but Dad knew where we were and got me back upstairs before my oxygen ran out.
Tomorrow I get to stay in my own room, which sounds exciting. And Mum and Dad do all my medicines, which sounds terrifying. One four times a day, one three times a day, one with every feed, one just in the morning and one just in the evening - easy!
And I played a trick on Dad today. I waited until he was changing my nappy and then I pooed and peed at the same time. And when he'd cleaned up - I pooed again. And when he'd clean that up - I pooed yet again. I don't think he realised how much poo I could store up.
He does now!
Love to all,
p.s. - 50 countries. Fifty! I'm pretty certain my parents haven't been to that many. I do hope I'll be well enough to travel when I'm bigger.