NICU Day 15

My protesting and Jedi mind tricks have paid off. The "Snazzy Dressers" told the Giant Humans in Blue that I can get as much grub as I want whenever I get woken up from a slumber. I still have something called a "port" in my chest but Mom told Dad that they aren't giving me anymore bagged fluids, just shots of something called "vitamins." I overheard Dad talking to Mom, on that weird device that allows him to be here without "being here", saying he's stuck at that "work" thing until Tuesday. Mom told him not to worry because I should be busting out of this joint Monday. Dad said he was glad because he's getting lonely without me and Mom.