The first week

Stop. Poking. Me! I know I have jaundice. You know I have jaundice. And poking me on my forehead, arms or legs will still tell you that I have jaundice. And why does that person in white keeps taking my blood sample from my heel everyday? She is so mean. Does she even know how painful it is? Luckily, the person with the familiar face is always around. Or else there will be a lot more crying than the sleeping. I kid you not.