Mum and Dad did not. Apparently them sitting bolt upright over a dozen times during the night does make for happy parents in the morning. By the time I woke for my morning feed, there was a stack of cushions, pillows and blankets on top of the sats machine almost as high as my cot. I was fine though - and that's the main thing.
Food's going well. I got weighed today by my lovely outreach nurse, whose name St Thomas' have asked me not to mention, but thanks anyway. I now weigh 4.18kgs or well over 9lbs in old money.
M&D are a bit worried I can't see properly as I don't seem to concentrate on their faces or follow the things they wave in front of me. I have tried to explain that this is by choice - but I think they're going into paranoid medical parent mode. A visit to the specialist is bound to follow.
Better luck with the passport photo:
|I surrender - I'll tell you anything.|
Love to all,