I thought I would send out a fore-week report letting everyone
know how things are going inside my little bunker. That’s right, I have been holed up in this
place for almost one month now, so I am not exactly green. It is
kind of rough, because I wood rather be outside enjoying the sounds of
the little birdies. That being said, I think things here in the NICU are about par for the
course. My three main activities
are sleeping, eating, and breathing, but only one of these remains a real hazard.
I spend a solid amount of time wedged between blankets in
the isolet, but from time to time I have been known to slice my way out and flop
onto momma’s chest for a few hours. She let’s
me lay-up there for a while, but doesn’t pin me there for more than a couple
hours at a time. I am gaining weight,
which is good; because that drives the amount of food the doctors are giving
me. They address my nutritional needs by
fortifying momma’s milk with all kinds of good stuff. The other day they added iron. Breathing is my one true obstacle. I am not sure why, but it could be my
approach. I can’t seem to Master the art
of taking constant breaths, so the doctor’s keep swinging my CPAP back and
forth between levels. I started on level
6, made some progress to level 5, but just the other day, I had a backspin to
level 6 again. One of these days I will
follow through.
Although I still have quite a journey ahead of me, I feel as
if I am a fairway through my stay here at the NICU. I am going to keep aiming high and taking
strokes in the right direction. Maybe
after a few more months, if I keep up the pace, I’ll be able to make the cut. Thanks for sticking it out with me through all eighteen. See you in the clubhouse.
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