Day 6, and part of 7: Sucky sucking

I guess I take after my dad after all because I have a list of things to do. I need to work on sucking and swallowing at the same time, without falling asleep when I eat. Tough stuff. And then when I am asleep, I can't fall into too deep a sleep or the buzzer goes off. This is where I take after my mommy, because the buzzer doesn't wake me up, but someone else runs in and turns it off. Last night my mommy slept in the room with me and she helped me to eat, by offering an appetizer, which is what you eat before you eat, to get more hungry, if I may quote Eric Cartman. I don't know who that is either, but my parents think it is funny. Also not sure about what La Leche is, but my mommy has been reading up when I take my naps.
So if I eat a lot, like 17 ccs, the lower the stuff in my IV, and I can get ready to not have it anymore. They moved it from my head to my arm, so it looks a little like I fell out of a tree. I didn't though. In fact, I have not really been out of this room since I came out. Mommy brought me pictures of other places so I can see what my family looks like and join them soon.
My bilirubin, which I like to call, Liamrubin, was going down, but is now holding steady around 10. No biggie, because now that I am a week old, I can handle jaundice like a champ. Mommy really wants to know how I got to be both blond and tan. It is the summer, though. Not my fault if these people don't take advantage of the fact they don't live in an incubator.
Daddy said that I had 25 ccs tonight, which is more, and that the doctor said I was the cutest baby she had ever seen. She did not say that, but she is not really allowed to say that out loud.
My nice nurse Stephanie took my picture today with Mommy's new camera. You can judge for yourself.