Yes, I really am this happy most of the time! Do Mommy and Daddy even know how lucky they are?
So, today I wanted to divulge my life story up until now. I will admit I am using a ghost writer (primarily because I can't type accurately, although I do love to bang indiscriminately on Mommy's laptop keyboard when being held up to the webcam during Skype sessions), but honestly, the wording is mostly mine. I don't want Mommy and Daddy to forget anything about my first 6 months...although, how could they, me being such a Very Important Person. But it's always good to have a backup...especially since sometimes Mommy acts like she has something "they" call "de-men-tia" when she forgets things.
I was born on February 15, 2009 at 5:55 pm. It was a Sunday. Daddy had gone to work but knew that it might be time for me to come out. Mommy knew it, too, of course, so she logged on to her work from home to try to clean some stuff up (silly, she thought she had another few days!), until she was just too uncomfortable to do that. Finally she called the doctor for the second time. Good thing she did! She had to call 3 people to find someone to drive her to the hospital and by the time Hillary got her there things had moved quickly and Mommy was even more uncomfortable. That's ok, though, because less than 3 and a half hours later I came into the world, AKA The Outside! Screaming, of course, but they put me right up on Mommy's tummy and I looked right back at her and stopped crying. And don't worry, Daddy got there in plenty of time to help Mommy and say hi to me when I hit the air...
My first week was tough for everyone...I was all jaundiced and then had trouble getting enough to eat, so I went from a doughty 7 lbs. 5 oz. to a shriveled-up 6 lbs. 5 oz. in a few days. Then I got to eat some yummy Similac formula and gained weight, but then had a low body temperature. That was bad, because we all went back to the hospital and I had a needle stuck in my arm and things that burned going in (this was AFTER a spinal tap!)...but I was ok. It was nice to have Nainai and Grandma and Grandpa there, too; I know they were great support for Mommy and Daddy. Akong came a little later and also had nice arms in which to fall asleep. Sometime after that Mommy took to calling me the Chubster even though I was hardly that (as a spoiler, I did end up growing into that name). I also made lots of funny faces including the infamous "Old-Man Face." I showed these faces to Aunties Tina and Jess, too, when they had their visits.
THEN, they discovered I couldn't tolerate milk (I won't tell you how, too graphic). So I had to drink this icky soy formula - paugh! Then my tummy couldn't deal with that so it was time for the "Alimentum" formula...which I eventually grew to LOVE, even though Mommy and Daddy always made funny faces after that when I burped in their faces.
Whew. Walking down Memory Lane is pretty intense. I will leave the rest of my full life for another installment or two...see you back here later!
