I'm exactly two days old today. I feel a lot older though. My mommy is still at Magee, and I'm still here at Children's. Mommy is going to stay at Magee one more night, and then she will be here with me! Yay!!! I already know her and love her cuz she has been talking to me for months now .

Daddy has been here a lot so that I will get to hear his voice, and so he can 'pet' me (since no one can pick me up because of these stupid lines and monitors attached to me--not to mention my innards being all gauzed up and strapped to some kind of bar going across my incubator).

The nurses finally gave me a nice bath. My hair is clean! I hated that yukky, plastered-down look I had yesterday. Daddy brought me my own little hat and my own little socks to wear. Not that the hospital ones were that horrible, but it's nice to have your own things with you when you're stuck in a hospital.

They put a big needle in my arm last night. It took them a long time to do it, and I wasn't happy 'bout it at all. I think it's call a 'pic' line. It goes into a major vein. Not that I really have many major veins at my age. Gosh... what are these people thinking?

Thank goodness they took the oxygen thingie out of my nose (that was nasty!). Except now they have another tube going into my nose and down into my tummy so that any stomach acids I get will be instantly removed. Seems they don't want me to upchuck. That's just wierd--don't all babies upchuck?