Saturday, 7:00am. I was left to my own devices, hidden by the curtain covering my incubator. Knowing that the nurses are at their busiest during this hour I planned my next move; removal of the plastic tube sticking out of my mouth.
Over the last 12 days I have been practicing my hand-eye co-ordination to varying degrees of success. I have in the past managed to move my hands over my face, occasionally punching myself fairly hard in the process. I am also getting much better at loosening my heart monitors by getting my hand underneath the leads and pushing outwards. This occasionally allows me to get new coloured wires as I’ve damaged the old ones, but it also makes my monitors beep which scares my parents. However, I had not managed to remove the plastic pipe in my mouth, only getting it replaced from a much larger one which pumped air inside me, a ventilator I think it was called, but still I couldn’t close my mouth.
Until now.
Under the yellow veiled darkness of my incubator cover I ripped the tube out. I felt something move inside my stomach. Inside my throat. Inside my mouth and finally onto my chin. I had done it! HA! Felix wins. Take that big people, you can’t control me any longer. I can feel my lips, I can close my mouth, I can lick freely and breathe! Even my parents seemed proud of me. Yep, take my photo – I’ll look back on this day in years to come.
Oh wait, no – what is that? Why do I need brown tape on my cheek? Wooooh, what is in that sterile bag? Mum, Dad?! Why are you walking away!! Aaaaaaah I recognise that – it’s the same as the tube I just pulled out. Come on, give me a break. Oh few, she’s not putting in my mouth. Aaaah! My nose?!
I cried, screamed, wriggled. It didn’t work.
The big people are triumphant again.
An unhappy, but doing remarkably well.
Felix xxx
Over the last 12 days I have been practicing my hand-eye co-ordination to varying degrees of success. I have in the past managed to move my hands over my face, occasionally punching myself fairly hard in the process. I am also getting much better at loosening my heart monitors by getting my hand underneath the leads and pushing outwards. This occasionally allows me to get new coloured wires as I’ve damaged the old ones, but it also makes my monitors beep which scares my parents. However, I had not managed to remove the plastic pipe in my mouth, only getting it replaced from a much larger one which pumped air inside me, a ventilator I think it was called, but still I couldn’t close my mouth.
Until now.
Under the yellow veiled darkness of my incubator cover I ripped the tube out. I felt something move inside my stomach. Inside my throat. Inside my mouth and finally onto my chin. I had done it! HA! Felix wins. Take that big people, you can’t control me any longer. I can feel my lips, I can close my mouth, I can lick freely and breathe! Even my parents seemed proud of me. Yep, take my photo – I’ll look back on this day in years to come.
Oh wait, no – what is that? Why do I need brown tape on my cheek? Wooooh, what is in that sterile bag? Mum, Dad?! Why are you walking away!! Aaaaaaah I recognise that – it’s the same as the tube I just pulled out. Come on, give me a break. Oh few, she’s not putting in my mouth. Aaaah! My nose?!
I cried, screamed, wriggled. It didn’t work.
The big people are triumphant again.
An unhappy, but doing remarkably well.
Felix xxx
Oh well, well done for getting one over them in the first instance. I think you need a partner in crime I'm sending Layla. She's extremely good at getting one over on big people you'll be a pro in no time. Love ya little man. X x
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