Day 15: Baby Tales

I wasn't able to update for a while as my personal scribe was in the torture chamber for a few days and have just been released. The days have been quite hectic for the past few and I have tales to tell.

The night before the baby doctor visit, second slave went and bought me a carrier from Safety 1st. It was comfortable enough and will probably be used lots till my 9th month.

We went to the first slave's doctor on Wednesday. She's apparently doing fine and will have to come back after a month and well she should be as she is my milk supply. I slept through the visit except for one time where I needed to eat. She graciously let me use the other cubicle for doing so. Of course, she tried to kidnap me but did not succeed. I would have allowed it if she could feed me but she isn't lactogenic at the moment.

We then went to SM for an outing to buy a camera to capture all my precious moments but the two 'rents did not agree on what cam to buy and decided to agree to disagree. Therefore, world, I still do not have a decent camera to pose to. Calls to camera sponsors out there, I'm willing to do commercial ads.

Thursday was hectic. I slept outside in the living room on the playpen, which I am still deciding on whether I like or not, and first slave was way too anxious that when I burped up blood, she decided to rush me to the hospital. Apparently, there was nothing wrong with me. The blood was actually from her. Tsk tsk!!! They actually made me give up some blood for a CBC. Mothers!!! I saw my personal doctor but I still don't like him. Way too serious, wanting to bring me to a gas doctor. Boo! I am perfect. I just need to burp.

Thursday night, I got a visit from my godmother, Cel. She brought me pillows with ball designs. I am of course, sufficiently grateful, and let her take photos of me on my playpen. Cuteness should be shared to the world.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday passed by without a lot of eventualities. I have a cough though. We are trying out the playpen at night so as to clear the cough and cold. It seems to be more stable air for me compared to the one on the 'rent's bed.

Good night, world. I'll tell more tales once I experience them. As it is, I'm still stuck at the crib until further notice.

Day 8: Baby Tales

I'm the king of the world and if you're reading this blog, you know it's true.

I was born 8 days ago. They actually vacuumed me out because they wanted to see my cuteness as soon as possible. With an APGAR score of 9.9, I'm just a digit short of perfection. That's perfectly alright because perfection is too overrated anyway. Better to surprise people with just how scores suck and perfection exists in the flawed.

I stayed in the hospital a little longer to sunbathe. Not good to show up to the world all pale and sallow, right? It was hot but vanity for the young is not without sacrifices. I can't turn myself yet but slave no. 1 was there to make sure all my sides get their fair share of sunlight. Grandma too.

I'd like to thank my sponsors. Dr. Rey-Matias, for making sure I get out of slave no. 1's womb within 12 hours. Normal delivery in spite of being only 2 cm's dilated at the very start. Also for a giving a really big discount and visiting me every day. I know it was really my cuteness but I appreciate such adoration. The nurses and aid at the deluxe private room at St. Luke's for being so sweet and kind all the time. Let us not discuss the ward nurses though can I just say bleh? Next9 cloth diapers for letting me feel dry and comfortable and easier to clean. By Nature White Salve for solving my boo-boos. Ms. Quilit for taking me on as a nephew. Ms. Navarro for our hush hush thing. All the family and friends of slave nos. 1 and 2, you know you love me. I love you back, world.