My Seventh Day
Sunday, 31 August 1997

My First Cuddle

Finally the moment came when they lowered the door to my incubator. I have to admit that at the time I was in a bit of a foul mood. The CPAP was bothering me and pushing up against my nose. I hated it! Mum slipped me a dummy and I took to it right away. Oh yeah, I could suck all right.

I was trying to cry out loud but all I could muster was a little squeak. I guess I sounded like a little door mouse.

Well, everything changed when I finally got into Mummy's arms. It was a bit of a mess since I had to bring all my tubes with me but once we got myself untangled it was pure pleasure. I was so happy that I even opened my eyes and looked at Mummy (well, I couldn't really focus on her but I could make out the shape of her head). And when I saw her, I think I smiled. I'm not really sure if I actually smiled or just had a small yawn, but Mummy was convinced that it was a smile so I'll leave it at that.

Then Dad begged Mum for a turn to cuddle me. Dad was pretty clumsy at first but with a little help from the nurse he learned to hold me properly. Good on ya, Dad. You're learning.

The time passed all too quickly and I'm afraid I slept through most of my first cuddle. Before long I was back in my incubator and had that darn CPAP back on my nose.

Mum was in really high spirits. Firstly because she got to cuddle me and secondly because the doctors said she was in great shape and could go home. So after 11 nights in the hospital she was finally going home!

Well folks, so it was during my first seven days. For the next two months before I go home I'll pretty much concentrate on growing and putting some meat on my bones. Pretty boring stuff but I'll keep you posted on a weekly basis and update my photos regularly. I'm going change in appearance quite a bit so keep coming back and see how I look.

So until next week, hasta luego baby.