And they said it wouldn't last!

I can breathe!



If you C-PAP tell him MAM's looking for him!

They've taken the ventilator away from my side which I am interpreting as a 'good thing'.  OK, so it's not all been going hunky-dory since I came off it.  I still need lots of oxygen from the C-PAP and as predicted I've had to go back under the big blue light to get my Billyrubin down (see illustration below) but hey, in the whole scheme of things this is looking good!

Bad news is... Mum's not well!  She was so excited about me coming off the ventilator and she couldn't come to see me today.  Hopefully, she will be feeling better tomorrow and we can have a little high five then.

Still, Dad came in and seemed pleased.  Problem was the nurses picked on him a bit.  They allowed him to feed and change me by himself then kept catching him out with things he'd forgotten to do.  Nothing serious like 'You didn't reconnect the oxygen'!  Just little things like he forgot to check my temperature and to change the monitor from one foot to the other.  He'll get the hang of it I'm sure!

Please note... this is not me!  I'm not even sure
if it's a real baby...

The staff in here are brilliant... and there's hundreds of them.  I don't think I've had the same nurse for more than two days running so far.  And they're from all over the place.  I'm getting a very cosmopolitan start to life.  So far I've been watched over by two nurses from Yorkshire (Leeds and Huddersfield), one from Liverpool, two from London and one from Scotland.  The Doctors have come from the Welsh valleys, Switzerland, Surrey and India.  The Doctor who did my x-rays was a Manc but guess what... she supported Liverpool, so that was good!

Dad said something about Liverpool playing Everton tonight and then rushed off...