Off oxygen

It's official - I am off oxygen. Last night's recording (download) went well. I say well, my oxygen saturations dropped to 85% for about 3 seconds about every 40mins. The machine noticed I'd gone below 95% and alarmed. I find the noise quiet soothing - reminds me of my early days.

Mum and Dad did not. Apparently them sitting bolt upright over a dozen times during the night does make for happy parents in the morning. By the time I woke for my morning feed, there was a stack of cushions, pillows and blankets on top of the sats machine almost as high as my cot. I was fine though - and that's the main thing.

Food's going well. I got weighed today by my lovely outreach nurse, whose name St Thomas' have asked me not to mention, but thanks anyway. I now weigh 4.18kgs or well over 9lbs in old money.

M&D are a bit worried I can't see properly as I don't seem to concentrate on their faces or follow the things they wave in front of me. I have tried to explain that this is by choice - but I think they're going into paranoid medical parent mode. A visit to the specialist is bound to follow.

Better luck with the passport photo:

I surrender - I'll tell you anything.

And Stefan and Bonnie have sent me a yummy kit to make casts of my hands and feet. It just needs me to keep them really still in special jelly... I'll let you know how we all get on!!

Love to all,
Arthur x