Meet Azure

Well, this is my first blog. I wanted to share the life of my first daughter, Azure Lyn. She is my everything. She is amazing. She is only 4 months old, but I thought if I can blog about her adventures, that's better than relying on my burned out brain to remember all of the little things. So here goes......


It's April 16th. I was not actually due until May 15, but see... I have these long toenails that are pretty sharp (like my Daddy) and I decided I was so done with this water bag thing, so I popped a hole in it with my sharp nail. Next thing I know... I can hear Mommy yelling to my Daddy to hurry and pack a bag! Hey... at least I kicked that hole when Mommy was going to the bathroom anyway... so all that water just started coming out. So, I hear daddy come into the bathroom and say "oh honey, you're just peeing" and me saying UM... I AM NOT!! So, Mommy's yelling for Daddy to grab this and that... and Daddy yelling "WHAT???" So Mommy just decided to stuff a towel down her pants and pack that GO bag herself!

So, off we go to the hospital. Mommy wasn't in any pain. Then we get to the room, and Mommy starts feeling a bit of pain. Then the epidural... ahhhh. Then, the nurse pokes around and touches my legs and says "that's not a head" and walks out. So Mommy was quite concerned. Then the doctor came in, got out his special spying device and discovers that I had turned myself around the wrong way. So, just a little more time and next thing I know... doctor is yanking me out by one leg. Gramma was very nervous, watching through the glass. They would only let Daddy in the room, and he was recording what those doctors were doing to Mommy. My head was stuck... so he had to keep pulling which made Gramma even more nervous. But then... there I was. They poked me, they sucked my nose and mouth out, and they did all sorts of bad things. But then I saw my Mommy. And she saw me.

Mommy looks so scared right now. I guess I was born a few days before I was fully cooked.

So... my belly wouldn't digest food. They had to put a tube down my nose and feed me that way. Then they would suck out my food and see if I digested. I didn't for almost 4 days. But then I could, oh boy!!! FEEDIES!!!

Speaking of Feedies.... now let me explain why Mom & Dad and Grandma and other people find it funny that I call my food feedies. The short version is my doctor is from Venezuela, and has an accent. "Feedings" sounded just like "Feedies" to us so since day one.. that is what we call my food. Here I am drinking my first bottle, which RUINED my chances of having Mommy's jugs! So, now the jugs are gone (and dragging on the floor or so Mommy complains constantly) and I am a formula baby.

Here I am, still a little jaundice, but doing just fine!