Four flips...

Dear Nicky,

Today you rolled over a total of four times, the first three you weren't even wearing your magic pants. Your voice still sounds hoarse, and when you cry it's quite saddening to hear. I spoke to a nurse today, who said we should keep on eye on you, but as long as there's no fever and you're eating well and good spirits, we shouldn't worry. Telling Mom and me not to worry is about as logical as telling the sky not to be blue. Your PT came over today, and unfortunately, you suddenly started feeling tired and whiny. He worked you for a few minutes, then you fell into a deep sleep from which you refused to wake until he had left. Thanks a lot, Nick! Poor guy came all the way here to see you, and you nod off. That's okay, nobody minds. This guy's pretty mellow, and he understands that babies are babies and they're unpredictable. You need sleep because it'll help you grow, and also you're fighting off some kind of bug, so get well soon.

Love,
Dad