I am exactly one week old today!

I'm still stuck in this hospital, in this incubator, and with at least a half dozen hoses hanging off me. I don't like the ventilator. I know the ventilator is supposed to "give me a rest," but I still don't like it.

The doctors are still making me lay flat on my back (one of my nurses rolled up a little washcloth and put it under my little neck for support). They have me sedated so that I won't move around too much, and so that I will be "more comfortable." I think I would just be more comfortable if I could go home and be with my mommy and daddy and the rest of my family! The doctors are still "gravity feeding" my tummy thing back into my belly. The more that goes back in naturally, the less they will have to put back during surgery.

Now the doctors are talking about doing the "paint and wait" thing. That means that they will put some kind of reddish medicine on my tummy thing, and "wait" a little longer to do the surgery. That's OK, but it also means I will be in the hospital longer.

There is a little baby in the room next to mine, and she cries all the time. All the time! Every time she cries, my heart rate goes up. It's just kind of annoying. But at least she can cry! I try to cry, but no noise comes out of my mouth cuz the tubes and stuff.

I have to go now, but I will write later. I need to take a nap.