Yes, that's right, I have finally arrived.
Yes, I am the much-anticipated-first-born of Bethany and Simon Nixon.
Here are the facts you need to know…
Born at 6:20pm on the 11th of July, 2014 (after being induced…"induced"… what an interesting way to describe my entrance…into the world). Mummy had quite a quick labour, only 4 hours. I'm efficient, what can I say?
I was named Isaiah… (I mean come ON mummy and daddy, how on earth are you going to explain how the spelling works?!?!? Really?!?) but I get called Zai. (Or Zai Zai, or Isai, or Zai Zai baby, or Bugaboo or Izzy or Ice…. my mummy has a nickname problem, I'll blog about it later).
When I arrived, I'm told I wasn't breathing - I mean come one, I had LOTS of things to get used to - you can't expect me to know it all straight away!
Yes, well getting back to it, I wasn't breathing, so I had to be sussed out (or something) and my lovely 100 year old doctor started me going.
Blah blah blah, special care, blah blah, cannula, blah blah, finally back to mummy.
World, my first few days are a blur. I'm not sure what they put in the special milk I get from mummy, but I'm convinced it's drugged. I can't seem to remember anything from those days! I was so sleepy. I bet my hundred year old doctor drugged me - I must try to put in some sort of claim - there must be lawyers for the rights of babies… right? Can I press charges, or even sue? Mostly it's for the other babies out there - we deserve our memories!!!!!
As you can tell, I am a baby who is concerned about the issues. That's why I've started a blog, so I don't have to pester mummy about it all the time, and so that I can remember what happens in my life, AND so I can have a place to step on my soapbox and yell till my hearts content!
Anyway, I have decided a few things in my first weeks of life dear world… I am going to be a model baby. Like a double agent. I'm going to be the best baby in the world for mummy and daddy, so that I earn power, gain their trust and then fight for the rights of babies everywhere. I have started my mission by eating and sleeping well… probably too well. I mean, I really should cry a bit more, otherwise they might catch on that I'm putting on a show!
I go straight to sleep when they put me down, and even don't put up a fuss when they put me in ridiculous little clothes (I mean… mummy, I'm a week old I DON'T need stiff collared shirts!!?!?).
So far my secret mission is going well, we will see if mummy and daddy are lulled into a false sense of security!
Oh, now… don't you tell anyone about this mission, world, ok? Well, maybe you can tell the other babies - this could be the start of something BIG! We should start a society! Secret mission babies! I will try to find some other babies and then talk them into joining - I'm sure I can be very persuasive!
The only problem is I don't know any other babies yet…
Will get right on it!
Signing off, eyes are once again getting sleepy, remind me to look into a drug test…
Zai
Here I am on my first day home. 6 days old I think.
Oh yes, sleeping again… what a surprise.
AND…. yawning… also a surprise when you're so tired...
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