I'm From Outer Space!

Life at home has been pretty wild. Mommy and Daddy and I were up partying all night. Let me tell you, those folks are ANIMALS. They kept me up all night. Mommy kept feeding me over and over again but I'll tell you about that a little later. Then she finally handed me over to Daddy. Weirdly enough I was hungry and went for him--but he told me he didn't have any food. So Mommy broke down and went to the kitchen and came back with some food. FORMULA was what she called it. After that I slept soundly...I just couldn't keep up with those crazies any longer.

So today Mommy and Daddy took me to North Kansas City Hospital. I thought, "Hey! I remember this place!" They got my bilirubin tested and then they came home and we all took a long nap. Then we went to see Dr. Mathew at the pediatrician's office. She told us I had Jaundice and I had to go BACK to get my OTHER foot stabbed by the KU fanatic at North Kansas City Hospital. I thought, "Ok, folks. This is ridiculous. I know it was my first home, but really. One visit a day is enough."

What they learned was that I had to get my bilirubin down and that I had to lay on this weirdo bed from outspace. It's pretty warm and cozy, but it really boring. The worst part is that Mommy and Daddy can only hold me to feed and change me. Mommy cried a whole lot when she heard that.

So here's the deal. Mommy's having a hard time feeding me and so I won't poop. So now I get Mommy's milk and the FORMULA from Daddy and they are hoping that I'll poop and pee a little bit more.

Love,

Sophie