ABIGAIL NEWTON SMITH

Saturday, 15th September 2001 - Day 30

I sang my second little song today....

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you happy birthday dear Daddy, happy birthday to you". Daddy's 33rd birthday, what an old fogey, he won't be able to keep up with me when I am older. I do not think he heard me very well as it does not seem to come out in the form of sound due to the tubes. I did try though, honest. I got him a card and a small present of some very nice looking sweeties in a bright green bag (well Mummy got them for me, but I promised to pay her back when I get some pocket money, hopefully she will forget but I do mean to). After visiting me they went off to the birthday party of my cousin Matthew, he is one, only a little older than me. (I have 11 cousins you know, I wonder if they will all like me ?). Still no sign of my dress coming back for me to wear, has anybody stolen it or is it so big that I would disappear in it ?

I have managed to get my mean ventilator pressure down to 7 kPa, only a little more needed to get to 5 as I was up at 9 yesterday. My milk has also increased dramatically and I seem to be able to cope with it. I am on 10 ml every 2 hours now, this seems like gallons when I drink it as it takes ages to go down my tiny tube. I am now on the maximum volume for my size. I am allowed up to 11ml but to do that I need all the other drips to be taken out. I only have 1 left now and that is the morphine, which stops any pain I might feel.

I seem to be making progress but it has to be at my pace and I like doing things in my own time, much to the annoyance of Mummy who says I get this off Daddy. However you can't rush these things you know......

Last Updated : 19/09/01.