My First Day
Monday, 25 August 1997

A very nice midwife named Chris helped me check me into my accomodations for the next two months.

It wasn't very pleasant what she did to me so I'll spare you the details. Matter of fact I hardly recall them myself since she gave me something that paralysed my body. That sure stopped me from crying.

When I came to, I had a tube down my nose to help me breathe and all kinds of little patches on me that would monitor everything -- and I mean everything -- that would be happening to my little body.

I'll explain what all that equipment does tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Mum was still getting stitched back up. Dad left me in the good hands of the doctors and went to check up on Mum. She was doing fine and wanted to hear all about me. She had to wait in recovery for a long time. They piled tons of blankets on her and they couldn't get her warm. Eventually she was able to return to her room.

She wasn't able to get a good look at me until much later that night. They wheeled her and her entire bed up next to me. I think she liked me because she had a HUGH smile on her face.

Suffice it to say, that my first day was pretty darn exciting.