This morning dada picked me and mama up and took us home. At first I didn't want to leave and I didn't want the tubes out of me and, in general, no no no no no! But now that I am back I like it.
And I have a brand new bed to sleep in. It's pink and with a really colourful doona.
In the letter to our doctor, the hospital said that I was a "defensive patient". What do they mean by that? Must be something to do with all the tears and tantrums when the nurses came in.
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