My goodness. I'm not even a month old and Dad has shot so many photos of me. I'm getting tired of posing. So like all kids I figure I'd better start making goofy faces to give Dad a hard time.

Every once in a while I give Mum and Dad a scare. You see I still suffer from bradycardia. That's a slowing of the heart beat. Normally my little ticker is racing along at 160 beats per minute, but at times it just drops down to around 80. Then all the bells and whistles go off and the midwife comes rushing up to me. Usually the ole ticker goes back to normal but occasionally I may need just a little tap or a rub or get it pumping away again. If it weren't for little problems like that maybe I could just take these darn monitors off and come home with Mum and Dad.

But that's still at least five weeks away. But Week 5 brings a big promotion for me: my graduation from the incubator to the open cot.

Once I get in the open cot I have heaps of stories to tell you, so... keep checking back.