a word from Will

Gooood Aaafternooon, Auuustin!...this is Will, live from the NICU. Rumor has it that my parents are doing a lame job of giving everyone the 4-1-1 these days so I am taking matters into my own hands. Of course we should cut them some slack as I am sure they are crazed, running around to get my room just right and finding me super fun toys to play with.

So, everyone keeps asking "when are you going to blow this joint?" Trust me, if it wasn't for all the attention I've been getting from the cute nurses and the Doc they call "The Baby Whisperer", I would have been out of here weeks ago. Oh yeah, well, there was that other small detail...breathing on my own...which, speaking of, I have been doing A LOT of these days. In addition to eating...and pooping...and smiling...and pooping...and smiling more when everyone tells me I am "sooo cute", especially when I am "Milk Drunk" (see pictures below), and "sooo big" (um, okay so only here in the NICU do you get nicknamed "Moose" because you weigh over 5 lbs...5 lbs 8 oz to be exact...I won't even mention that I only look like a moose because some of the others are the size of chihuahuas!)

Like I said, I've been breathing like a champ...even had my oxygen taken away. I've also been eating so well that they removed the feeding tube, which I have to say was not only unattractive but awkward (who eats through their nose?!) I also did both of these activities and more while staying warm which they say is important (of course who wouldn't be warm when you are wrapped up like a burrito?! Seriously, I haven't seen my hands for a week!)

And I had been doing all these things super well...so much so that The Baby Whisperer and his Sidekick said that I would be going home SOON. (Thus, why Mom and Dad have been a little preoccupied) But then this word kept being thrown around...circumcision...um, yeah, sounds ridiculously painful, am thinking now "why would I want to go home with these people?"

During my thinking time, I start to get a little chilled, a little winded, and my poop which had been so lovely hours before is now questionable. My nurse starts doing the typical NICU song and dance in my honor...the one that goes "oh, two steps forward and one step back"...um, I didn't mean to dance backwards but I guess I have. So, two more steps are needed for me to go home. My poop has checked out as stinky but normal so now I just have to warm up and wind up. Pray that I do that soon as I think my parents are getting loopy from all the hand washing and hand holding. They want me home STAT. And, well, I have decided that I can be a man and face the "Big C" if it means going home with the coolest Mom and Dad ever (just sayin')

Before I forget...a big Thank You for your prayers. Mom and Dad tell me all about them. Everyone here says I am a Miracle (um, sounds much better than a Moose) and I believe them. YEAH GOD!!!!

-Will