I am four days old today!

Mommy and daddy were with me almost all day yesterday, and they are coming in to be with me again today.

I gave my nurse a really hard time yesterday. Every time she left the room, I would skooch down in my incubator and the breathing alarm would go off (my incubator is at a slight angle). My nurse would run back to the room and move me back up. She would leave, and I would do it again... and then again. I was just trying to get more comfortable.

I have so many boring bandages and pieces of tape on me I'm beginning to feel a little bit like a memo board. My nurse put what she referred to as a "man band-aid" on one of my fingers. It was ugly and boring and way bigger than my finger. Two words people: decorative band-aids! If my older sister, Alyssa, was here she would make sure they had plenty of decorative band-aids for me. My big sister Alyssa really understands the healing power of decorative bandaging. Pooh would be nice. Maybe a couple princess band-aids.

My doctors put me on a ventilator last night. They said that because of my tummy thing going back into my belly, it was squashing my lungs a little bit, and it was making it harder for me to breath. All of that just made me feel real tired. First they took some tests to make sure my lungs and my tummy were both clear--they were. My mommy and daddy knew I wouldn't like that! Although I'm only real little, I already know what I don't like!

The doctors are talking about doing surgery to put the rest of my tummy thing back into my belly early next week. The doctors told my mommy and daddy that putting me on the ventilator would give me a big rest before the operation, and getting that rest would make me a lot stronger!