I couldn't blog yesterday because some of the big people thought it necessary to prod me and stab me all day. They were trying to insert a long line in my arms to replace the one in my tummy, because apparently after 14 days this is no longer usable. I didn't get to see Mummy and Daddy much because every time they arrived the big people in uniforms were surrounding me with various implements. I was very brave whilst all this was going, but by the end of the day I'd had enough. The doctors all said they were relieved that they finally managed to secure a line, I was relieved too! Luckily they finally left me alone and my family could come and see me.
This morning I surprised my parents by having me eyes open for when they came. This was the first time I had done this and I decided that they deserved a little treat, even though they always disappear for long periods of time (especially when my Nana and Grandad are here). After opening my eyes I immediately got a kangaroo cuddle. This was awesome as usual and I even had my 5ml feed of milk whilst on my mummy's chest.
Just before my parents left I had my head measured again. My dad told me it was to see what size hat the doctors were going to buy me. [It is a twice weekly measurement to see if Felix's brain is releasing liquid - Dad]. I hated having this done. My parents, or the doctors don't understand why I dislike having things like this done, because I seem OK with being injected and prodded, but for some reason a tape measure around my head is just not acceptable!! I cried and shrieked until the doctor was happy with my hat size and put me down.
I keep on hearing people talking about 'returning to Macclesfield' on the condition that I 'poo'. I really wish I could poo now, not being able to has meant that doctors are starting to put things in an area of my body that I didn't know existed. I get regular tummy massages which are not comfortable and have my legs lifted into the air. How embarrassing. So, poo - what ever you are. Please come to me soon.
Felix.
Just before my parents left I had my head measured again. My dad told me it was to see what size hat the doctors were going to buy me. [It is a twice weekly measurement to see if Felix's brain is releasing liquid - Dad]. I hated having this done. My parents, or the doctors don't understand why I dislike having things like this done, because I seem OK with being injected and prodded, but for some reason a tape measure around my head is just not acceptable!! I cried and shrieked until the doctor was happy with my hat size and put me down.
I keep on hearing people talking about 'returning to Macclesfield' on the condition that I 'poo'. I really wish I could poo now, not being able to has meant that doctors are starting to put things in an area of my body that I didn't know existed. I get regular tummy massages which are not comfortable and have my legs lifted into the air. How embarrassing. So, poo - what ever you are. Please come to me soon.
Felix.
Yes come on poo, come out so we can all meet Felix (it won't be long till you have funny poo stories of your own, we spent an hour looking for a poo Layla said she had done but we can't find it I think she was kidding) Rubbish news on all the prodding and poking but glad to hear you were brave. Well i'll say bye for now. See you soon little one. P.s I got told off a reliable source that Liverpool is a real ale capital I'd be sending someone out to look in the pubs when your parents go missing. Love ya. X x x
ReplyDeleteFelix is beautiful! So glad you stopped by my blog, so I can now follow yours... quite funny, this post today. Loved reading it! Sorry about the PICC line. All that poking and prodding is no fun, but sounds like he did well.
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