The world according to Felicia.

As I told you yesterday, I planned to be born today, as a birthday present for my father. But, I screwed up. Miscalculated. So, instead of giving myself as a present, I had something else in store for him. He had to change his first baby diper since his little sister as a birthday gift from me. He didn’t seem to mind that much about that. I would have. It was black and smelly. But he cleaned me up with a smile on his face.

Otherwise not much happened today. Mostly eat and sleep and eat and sleep and a little pee and the other one again once in a while. But mostly sleeping.

Happy birthday dad!! Love you. See you tomorrow. Got to sleep some more now.

Hi, my name is Felicia. I was just born, a few hours ago. I decided that the time was right at 11.07 in the morning, today, December 02, 2006. Actually the plan was to wait until tomorrow, December 3, because that is my dad’s birthday, but I made a mistake. One day early. But please don’t blame me. It is not that easy to get the time right inside a womb. It’s kind of dark and you have to remember that I had been there since March. Just one day, that’s not too bad if you ask me.

My parents are happy anyhow. They said they just wanted me to come, any day. It didn’t matter what date, as long as I came out to them. And now we can celebrate two days in a row. First me, then dad. That will be fun.

My father was a little bit unhappy, because the stupid hospital didn’t let him in to the labour room. He wanted to be there, to help us, me and my mother. But he had to sit outside and wait, all alone. From 4 o’clock in the morning until 11.07 when I arrived in this world. That’s bad, I think he should have been there when I arrived.

But he said he forgot all about that when he saw me. He almost cried, I have heard.

This is the first picture he took. This is the moment when he almost cried. So I have been told. I had to spend some time in this glassbox. They said it was because the labour room was really, really cold. So they put me in this litte box to warm me up. It was kind of OK I guess, but I would rather have been together with mom and dad right away.

But, life goes on. This is the way it works in Thailand. Actually they, the nurses, wanted to keep me in the nursery until the next day. Are they crazy or what? Luckily for me my father wouldn’t have that. He told them to bring me up to my mom’s room right away. Now! That was good. I liked that. Good on you daddy!

I didn’t see very much of my father though, when I finally came up to the room they had arranged for me. And for my mom. I was so tired. I wanted to talk to him, but I was so tired, I just had to sleep.

I saw that the other baby, that was born just before me, has to stay in a big room together with 3 other people. But I have my own room. Me and mom have beds, one big for her, and one small for me. That is OK, because my mom is much bigger than me. She couldn’t fit in the small bed anyway, but it is perfect for me.

Here I sleep in the big bed, with my mother. I love her. She is nice. I love my dad too. He has to sleep on the sofa. I think I sleep until tomorrow. See you then.