My Big Trip to the Pediatrician

I got to go on a car ride, whoohoo! But it was to the doctor, booo!

The trip the pediatrician went well. I'm gaining weight like a fat kid at a pie eating contest. I'm up to 5lbs. 12 oz. The doctor says I can start eating whole foods at 6lbs. Just kidding. But I have grown an inch and a half since I've been home.

Now I'm gonna go nap. Car rides and Chinese food makes me sleepy!

It's Hard Work Being This Damn Popular

I've had a very busy day. First Grandma Whitaker and Great Grandpa Bohlander came to visit. Then I took a nap. Then Grandma and Grandpa Sheridan came over with Great Grandma Miceli. Then I spit up my bottle. It was exhausting. Grandma and Grandpa Sheridan brought pictures of my dad when he was my age. He still says he can't see the resemblance. Everyone else thinks he's crazy.

Anyway, here's my latest pic. Mom really did a good job of capturing my cherubic essence, don't you think?

Dude, I've Got Some Pipes

I had my first bath today. It was quite traumatic. I cried and cried and cried about how sorry my life is. And yet now I feel as fresh as a morning drop of dew. Maybe there's something to this bathing thing after all. Huh. I'll let you know.

Besides baths, it's a whole new world outside the NICU. I've learned all dogs have three legs, trains don't wake me up, and I have a Whitaker forehead. Here's hoping I get my foot genes from Dad's side of the family. Alley-Oops? No thanks.

5 Outta 9 Ain't Bad

Yo, yo, yo. Sorry I haven't been writing. I've been too busy knocking off bottles -- or getting close anyway. Today I took five bottles and out of nine feedings. The other four were through my feeding tube. Still, not bad, eh?

The doctors are still holding out about when I'll get to come home. I'm really hoping for this weekend. My brothers are getting eager to meet me.

I'll post a picture later, right now I'm going back to bed. Peace, holmes.

Hanging in NICU

Well that was a short weekend. Just wanted to let you know that I'm still in the NICU. The doctors say I'm doing fine and that I should be able to come home soon. We're thinking Thursday. By that time I should be able to eat all meals on my own and will have fully recovered from my jaundice. That's it for now, I'll give more updates later. Check out this crazy hat my Aunt Jeannie knit for me!

What up, World.

Oh my gosh I just had to get out of there. My little nose was all smashed up against something. I mean, my family has a history of boxing, but I've never seen any Sheridan with a nose like that! Ridiculous. Anyway, that's why I was born about five weeks early. I checked in at 5.1 pounds and was 18.8 inches long.

No worries, though. I'm doing fine. The doctors keep telling my mom and pop that I don't know I'm early. Duh. If only I could get this suckling reflex down I'd be able to come home. Rumor has it mom's been working like crazy to get the house whipped into shape for my imminent arrival. Dad keeps telling me the house already looks like a museum, a really clean, well put together museum.

I'll keep checking in with updates, but for now here are a few pics from the paprazzi, a.k.a. my dad who won't get the camera out of my face!