Happy St. Patrick's

Hey everybody! Happy St. Patrick's day! I don't know who this Patrick guy is but Daddy tells me that his holiday is pretty fun. A bunch of the nurses here at Children's were wearing green and some were even wearing goofy things on their heads (dad called them Shamrocks). Daddy says there are other parts of the holiday that I won't be able to partake in for quite some time. But I do like the green!

So, as you can see/read, I am now at Children's Hospital in Cincinnati. I am not sure what I was so afraid of, the nurses and doctors here are great. They remind me of my friends at Good Sam they are so sweet. I will say that the unit is a LOT different than where I was before. There are more lights and Daddy says he doesn't think it is as "homey" feeling but he also says that there is a reason for that. A lot of the babies here have more serious problems than my friends back at Good Sam's NICU. But, the doctors here are EXTRA special and if anybody can do the fixin', they can.

So, you are probably wondering how my first car ride was. Well, I wish I could tell you. Fact is, I slept the entire way from Good Sam. All 1.9 miles of the trip. For the trip over, they put me in this souped-up stretcher. Daddy says it is the same kind of stretcher that they put big people on except that there is an incubator attached. Apparently, it weighs close to 500 lbs and the guy transporting me almost threw his back out getting me into the ambulance. Daddy rode in the ambulance with me and Mimi met us over at our new hospital.

They still aren't feeding me but they did start doing the studies today. Today they did what they call a contrast study. I'll spare you all the gross details but they put some stuff in my intestines that would show up on an X-ray machine and then took all kinds of pictures. It was very uncomfortable and I was NOT a happy camper. The doctor said that I was a good patient and it didn't take very long. It didn't take too long until the results came back either and they were "negative". Daddy says that this is one of those times when "negative" means "good". The doctors were looking for "strictures" in my bowel which -if found- would mean I would need surgery. Well, they didn't find anything. So, we move on to the next test which will most likely be a tube they send down my mouth to take pictures. I don't look forward to that but if that's what we have to do to figure out what is going on, that's what we have to do. The next tests will most likely take place on Thursday. The hurry up and wait game is certainly familiar territory so let's just wait and see.

Other than that, I am doing really well. The nurses just think that I am too cute. Daddy agrees of course. I weigh 5lbs 2.5ounces and am enjoying all the lovin that I am getting. Thanks for everything. Have a great day!!

Love, Lily