Week 1

May 29, 2002

Thank you, Nurse Silvia! We got a visit from Nurse Silvia today. She helped deliver me last week. Told Mommy how close she came to getting a C-section. We're all happy she didn't have to go under the knife - except maybe Daddy, who likes to watch surgeries. No, I'm just kidding. He's happy, too.

May 28, 2002

What part of 'nap' don't you understand? Mommy wanted to take me for a walk around the hospital today. I wanted to sleep. Guess who won? I feel like a kitten. Oh well, the nurses seem to like me. But I'm still too young to ask them out. Dad says I can't start dating until 2018.

May 27, 2002

Flying the flag. At this point in my life I don't know the difference between Memorial Day and my birthday, but this one-piece sure looks good on me. I was getting tired of this see-through bassinet so Mom took me for a walk through the ward today.

May 26, 2002

It's un-bearable! Got the news late last night that I'm going to have to stay in the hospital until Thursday. I need to finish my antibiotics. That's the bad news. The good news is that I've been transferred to pediatrics, which has a much better library.

May 25, 2002

See you, ICU. I left intensive care at 11 p.m. yesterday. Been napping a lot today. This guy is letting me use him for a pillow. Hmmm ... he might be useful for other things. Wonder if I can take him home with me?

May 24, 2002

Paging Mr. Clooney. OK, I admit I flunked my Apgar test on purpose so I could meet George Clooney in the ICU. Here I am catching a little shuteye between feedings. I'll be ready for my close-up soon, Mr. DeMille.

Are you my mother? I think I figured it out: The lady on the left is my mom. I'm feeling much better by now - the fever is gone and all my tests are coming back normal. Still no sign of Clooney. They let me out of intensive care tonight.

May 23

Opening act. I was born today at 6:34 p.m. at Baptist Hospital in Miami. I weighed eight pounds and seven ounces. Wow, I'm a big baby. Here's what I looked like about a minute after I was born. Like the hat?

Thursday night fever! I was running a little temperature when I came out, so they sent me to the neonatal intensive care unit for a while. Here's a picture of me about an hour after I was born. Don't I look a much better?

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		Week 1 May 29, 2002 Thank you, Nurse Silvia! We got a visit from Nurse Silvia today. She helped deliver me last week. Told Mommy how close she came to getting a C-section. We're all happy she didn't have to go under the knife - except maybe Daddy, who likes to watch surgeries. No, I'm just kidding. He's happy, too. May 28, 2002 What part of 'nap' don't you understand? Mommy wanted to take me for a walk around the hospital today. I wanted to sleep. Guess who won? I feel like a kitten. Oh well, the nurses seem to like me. But I'm still too young to ask them out. Dad says I can't start dating until 2018. May 27, 2002 Flying the flag. At this point in my life I don't know the difference between Memorial Day and my birthday, but this one-piece sure looks good on me. I was getting tired of this see-through bassinet so Mom took me for a walk through the ward today. May 26, 2002 *It's un-bearable!* Got the news late last night that I'm going to have to stay in the hospital until Thursday. I need to finish my antibiotics. That's the bad news. The good news is that I've been transferred to pediatrics, which has a much better library. May 25, 2002 See you, ICU. I left intensive care at 11 p.m. yesterday. Been napping a lot today. This guy is letting me use him for a pillow. Hmmm ... he might be useful for other things. Wonder if I can take him home with me? May 24, 2002 Paging Mr. Clooney. OK, I admit I flunked my Apgar test on purpose so I could meet George Clooney in the ICU. Here I am catching a little shuteye between feedings. I'll be ready for my close-up soon, Mr. DeMille. Are you my mother? I think I figured it out: The lady on the left is my mom. I'm feeling much better by now - the fever is gone and all my tests are coming back normal. Still no sign of Clooney. They let me out of intensive care tonight. May 23 Opening act. I was born today at 6:34 p.m. at Baptist Hospital in Miami. I weighed eight pounds and seven ounces. Wow, I'm a big baby. Here's what I looked like about a minute after I was born. Like the hat? Thursday night fever! I was running a little temperature when I came out, so they sent me to the neonatal intensive care unit for a while. Here's a picture of me about an hour after I was born. Don't I look a much better? <<-- Next Week. -->> Preview. • Most Recent Week.