Ok. I'm here at Children's Hospital and my mommy is 10 minutes away at Magee-Women's Hospital. I only got to see her for about 10 seconds. Daddy has been here with me a lot though. That is good.

I have a bruise on my hand, and a bruise on my foot. From needle sticking. That hurt. Since getting blood out of hand and my foot didn't work, they decided to stick my heel and drain from there. I'm told this is a good thing. To big people, good is obviously relative.

I overheard the doctor and nurses talking to my daddy, and now I don't think I need surgery. Yay!

Hey... wait... rumor on this floor is that kids who have surgery get ice cream. Since I may not have to have surgery, does that mean I don't get ice cream? I have to lay here with this big thingie on my tummy, and NO ice cream? How fair is that?

I still haven't met my two other big sisters. Madisyn and Ciera. I wonder when they will be able to come and see me? Soon I hope.

My mommy is thinking about getting out of that other hospital a day earlier so she can be here with me. That's good. I hope she feels good enough for that though. I would hate to have her pass out on her way here!