Triple chinned milk guzzling master.

Just a short update to let you know that I've put my foot down and I've upped my milk rations. I'm now drinking 61mls every four hours, plus as a deal sweetener, I'm also allowed to drink as much breast milk as I want. As a result of my actions I've started to put on a little weight. I now weigh a back breaking 2.45kg (5.6lbs)  I'm getting a triple chin and love handles, mum said that this is the first time I look like my Dad.Yarrr!

I also start to feel hungry for the first time now too, when it approaches the four hour mark I start to wake up. This pleases my Dad lots, he sees this as a perfect opportunity to pick me up and have man-to-man chats whilst my Mum is preparing herself for my feed. Mum often gets frustrated during these special conversations and snatches me away from Dad saying "Hurry up! He'll fall asleep!" or "Quick! He looks really hungry!" I agree, as soon Dad passes me to Mum he'll eat some chocolate or fall asleep.

After my approximate 10 minute feed, I am often sat up to 'burp'. In the six weeks I've been alive my parents have never managed to burp me. Once, by complete coincidence, I did release some air when my Dad sat me up quickly, but not and I repeat NOT as a result of this back smacking and rocking they persistently pursue. Sure I've heard other babies burp, but they'll do anything for a bit of light relief. These are the same babies that scream when they're hungry, wail when they are having blood taken or shriek at bathtime. Not me, I'll burp when I'm ready thankyouverymuch. If you give the big people what they want, they'll just expect more.

Resist my fellow friends.

 Resist.

Burping out of the way, it's either back on the breast for round two or over to Dad for some supreme cuddles. I've collected some of my favourite cuddle pictures which I thought I'd share with you.

Skin to Skin with Dad. 

 

Seconds out - preparing for round two. 

 "Don't go to work Daddy, Please?"

 

I won't let you go!

 

Daddy Sleeping He Is. 

Sleeping too I am.

Just to show you that I love mummy cuddles too.

 

You may have noticed that in some pictures from previous posts I am wearing 'mittens' on my hand. These were deliberately installed by you-know-who to disrupt the removal of facial tubing. Admittedly I do make myself bleed from grabbing and pinching my face so I can see that they do have some benefits. I haven't a clue why I grab my face, I just can't stop myself. Today for example, I put my hand in my mouth, grabbed, pinched and tried to pull my lip off my face. It hurt like mad and however much I wanted to stop doing this I just couldn't remember how to make my hand stop. Eventually, I did something I wasn't proud of. I cried "WAAAH!!....Dad rescued me and called me "stupid". Fair comment.

Anyhooooo. Back to mittens. Mittens are far too easy to remove, nearly as easy as feeding tubes. They are so small and just slip off with ease, they don't even hurt when they come off and I can be back in action within seconds. To counter this the nurses have been busy in their research department devising new methods of restraining babies. A few days ago I had something else put onto my hands, these were longer and for the life of me I can't find out how to remove them.

 

They aren't too uncomfortable, I just can't get them off me! Aaargh! Why?!!

But wait what are these? Ooooh Green things. I like Green things. Yes, these are lovely. I'll stop complaining, please don't take them away. Can I keep them? Pleeeease? They are beautiful. I'll just lie here and look at the them for a while.

That's enough blogging for today.

Bye bye

Felix xx

(Can you spot something else about this picture?)