Happy 1 Week Birthday To Me....

I'm a week old today!  Woohoo!  I would like to say i'm going to party in style, but I'll probably just be kicking back, with my 8cc's of breast milk, pass out, and call it a day.  This place doesn't really encourage the party lifestyle.  It's about as quiet as a library here, except when my neighbors start with their racket!  Can't a girl get her beauty sleep around here?
Let's see...I'm still feeding at 8cc's.  I'm still spitting up a little, so the doctors didn't want to increase just yet.  My nurse for today told my mom that a rough estimate of when i'd go home depends on whether I can drink and hold down an ounce every few hours.  Well, I want to eat!  I just can't seem to totally digest it.  The nurse said I have to pass some more meconium....whatever that's all about.....and I'll probably eat better.  Well, duh!  Who wants to eat when your belly is backed up?  Not me!
I have an IV in my head, again.  The nurses are always frowning at my veins.  They are way too tiny.  Mom says I get that from her side, and that Gramma needs to have child sized needles when she goes for blood work.  Great, something else I get to inherit!  I seem to have Dad's passion for eating and being gassy....lol
I've been opening my eyes a bit more.  Mostly it's when I eat, or when I'm getting my diaper changed.  Or most especially, when the nurses come after me with those stupid needles!  I am focusing a bit more on faces.  I keep seeing Mom's freckled face looking at me.  Geez, Mom, hear of sunblock?  Am i destined to get your 90 million freckles too??
Well, if anything happens today I'll update.  if not, I'm outta here!!!