Back in Intensive Care

On Monday night I had lots of trouble breathing. For some reason I just couldn't sustain the wonderful breathing I had been doing over the last week and had to keep on stopping for a rest. I've started to learn that when I have a rest, alarms start going off. This shocks me into breathing again which is what I did most of Monday night. By the time my parents came to see me in the morning I was completely shattered. I really wanted for them to see me as I was the previous day, but I couldn't. After my parents changed my nappy (no poo), I felt comfortable that they were next to me and started to rest again. Alarms were going off when I felt most relaxed. My parents shook me awake. This was repeated for nearly thirty minutes with nurses also joining in and putting an oxygen mask to my face. Sooner or later I was the most popular baby in the room. Everyone had come to see me!

My parents didn't seem to enjoy this though, they looked very sad and when doctors arrived with the big white screens I heard the doctors ask for them to wait outside. I started getting prodded and stabbed again.. Sooner or later I felt my whole world start to move. I was being pushed around in my incubator to another side of the room where there were ventilator masks. Next I remember a nurse coming in and saying that my 'Gases' were really low and before I could say anything I was pushed through doors and back into my old room (Intensive Care). I felt the ventilator tube go down my throat and into my lungs and all of a sudden I no longer struggled to breathe. The nurses gave me a new hat (was this that hat I was being measure for??), but I can't see what it looks like. 

When I was settled again my parents were allowed back to see me. I heard the doctors say that it is likely I have an infection so I am now back on antibiotics. 

Whilst all this was going on, I felt something strange down below. I wasn't quiet too sure what it was, but I felt a huge relief when it was finished. My tummy felt like it had more space! I fell asleep, the next time I heard my parents voice they were talking to my new lovely nurse. I heard the nurse explain to my folks that I would have to have a lumbar puncture (removal of fluid from spine) and that I had had a poo. My dad said "OK", mum cheered. Then Dad realised what was said and I believe he did a little dance. The nurse found it funny and I smiled. I had finally done it!

I'm now resting after a very hard day yesterday and am building up my strength to get over this infection.

A very tired and in need of rest, 

Felix.

ps. my hat is pink isn't it?