Day 4 - 2pm

I am 4 days old

I can breathe. The vent has nearly stopped.

Giant medical hands loom over me. They hold my face. They take off my little hat. What are they going to do?

Its going to hurt. Please don't do it. Leave me alone! Leave me in peace!

Arrghhhhhhh! they pull the tube from my throat. It's gone. My God it's gone!

My lungs are straining. They hurt but they are working. The hands loom again. They clip something on my nose. A little puff of air helps me.

But I can breathe. The vent has gone. The tube has gone. Relief.

I sleep and it is a good sleep. A natural sleep.

I sleep. All is not well. But it is getting better.