Wee, wee, wee all the way home...

Wee, wee, wee anyway... that's what I need to do. You can see from the piccies just how puffy I am, especially if you have a flick through the other piccies to compare me to what I was like. I look as though I've put weight on, but it's all water retention.

I need to wee to get rid of the puffiness which is basically water in my body tissue. Only when I've got rid of this can I get rid of the water in my lungs. Imagine a sponge that you've just submersed in water, it'd be all soggy and wet, you'd need to squeeze all of the water out to get the sponge light and spongy again... my lungs need to be light and spongy. The reason why they're so wet in the first place is that my lungs aren't filling with air properly on an in breath and can't breathe all of the air out on an out breath. My lungs are like a balloon that hasn't yet been blown up... imagine trying to blow up a balloon that you haven't stretched, it's very difficult. The pressure that you'd have to breathe into the balloon would be huge... These are the problems I've got with my lungs, so that's why I'm taking steroids (not to turn me into a girl!) but to reduce the inflamation because of the pressure.

I'm stable with my progress at the mo, with today showing a little improvement. Mummy's been calling me a 'good boy' all day but then the consultant doctor came over and told Mummy that I was a 'relatively good boy'! She needs to try lying here... but I know that she's the best person to tell me what I need to do and she knows exactly what needs to be done... so I am listening to her and have started to improve. But tomorrow is another day...

They're giving me 0.5ml's per hour of Mummy's milk again. This isn't for me to put weight it's so that my bodily function of doing a number 2 carries on... so that my inner workings stay working and so that I don't get an infection with things staying put inside me. I've started to wee wee more, but I need to turn the tap on for longer... Mummy's been making pssscccchhhhh noises at me - she thinks this will help me - I just think she's gone mad!

Mummy's held my hand a lot today, that was nice. She also held a cotton wool ball to my foot when they needed to prick it and take more blood to monitor my blood gases (which have got better). I like Mummy's help, her hands are soft and I can tell it's her rather than a nurse. The nurses do things that hurt sometimes and they're a bit heavy handed - only because they need to be, but Mummy's kind and tries to hold my hand through all of this poorliness.