Hello World!

My daddy just helped me make this blog so people can keep track of everything I'm doing.

Today is my fourth day here, we went to the hospital to meet our pediatrician. He said that I looked jaundiced, and so I had to go through a blood test. I was soooo strong and brave when she pricked my heel to draw my blood, I kept kicking her but daddy held me and encouraged me with words I don't really know yet. Then I fed.

I'm currently 5 pounds, 4.5 ounces, so I'm underweight, having lost 13% of my body weight from when I was born. Daddy and Mommy started feeding me formula yesterday to try to get me to eat more protein but today they really turned it on. We also went to the birthing hospital to get a pump for mommy, it's one of those industrial sized breast pumps so it can help pull colostrom away and bring in the breast milk, which should hopefully start soon. Then I'll just go straight on milk.

I hit my diaper target for the day, 4 wet ones, and a little bit of poo poo! Daddy was very happy to see this (imagine that, a grown man excited about seeing poo and changing diapers). Evidently he thinks that this means I'm growing well and healthily. I dunno, I just eat and poop here. The algorithm for calculating diapers per day is

unless num_days_since_birth > 8
diapers = num_days_since_birth
else
diapers = 8
end

(daddy wrote that in Ruby, which is now his favorite language).

At my midnight feeding I started hiccups, which worried daddy severely, because he once had hiccups for a whole week, which was great workout for his abs, but started to hurt his diaphragm after a while. After checking Google, he learned that it's very typical and doesn't do me any harm.

I'm currently sleeping on his chest as he types. I look soooo cute.

Night night everyone, check daddy's Flickr for more pictures!

-max