My hammock is no more. I've moved into a cot, and what's more, it was Oskar's cot. I don't think the change has helped Oskar's mood. I took a couple of days to get used to having space around me, but I like it now. Dad wraps me up tightly and I lie on my lambskin with my special blanket that Mum knitted tucked around me. There's a mobile above my face which is fascinating to watch, and my galah and rainbow lorikeet hang from the side wall.

I've been sucking on a dummy while I fall asleep, but it keeps popping out of my mouth. I try to chase it, but it usually falls too far away. Daddy tries to help by putting the wrap over the dummy to keep it there. Unfortunately Mummy can't do the wrap like Dad - If I wriggle my arms around, I end up with the wrap covering my whole face, which is a bit scary.

Oskar still tries to roll on top of me when he gets the chance, but thankfully he hasn't had much opportunity in the last week. Mum has kept me away from him, even if it means my hanging out in the cot where I'm protected. I can deal with that for the moment; hopefully soon he will be nice to me again.

My hernia seems to be getting smaller. That's good because it doesn't bulge out over the top of my nappy anymore. Just a bit more comfortable.