Fight, Fight, Fight !!!

While I was in the hosptial, Mama Yi's friend Uncle Dragon Five was in the hospital as well. Uncle Dragon Five is going through his own battle right now and I just wanted to let him know to Fight Fight Fight!!!

Thank you for the red envelope...Daddy is putting it into my education fund.

I am thinking of you...let's fight fight fight together!

p.s. I love Mama Yi too.

There's no place like home...

I was discharged from the hospital on November 18 and glad to be home. I am recovering nicely and my incision is healing...I will have a nice matching scar like Mommy's. My bowl's are working nicely...I've been back on full feeding and let's just say I am very regular....I bottle feed and I poop...sometimes not in that order. But the problem right now is that my stomach and instesinal enzymes are on overdrive so my output is very acidic and I have a severe case of diaper rash....as Johnny Cash said,

I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire
The ring of fire

Let's just say that no one is really having a good time right now...my butt burns...Mommy and Daddy are changing me almost hourly. Luckily Godmother Cindy was here helping all last week while I was in the hospital and yesterday she left but Mommy Yi flew up from LA to help out.




BTW...if there are any eligible men in the Bay Area, Mommy Yi is single and ready to mingle. I can attest that she has really nice boobies too...I've fallen asleep on them and they are nice pillows.

Hitting the Bottle Again

Six poops today and counting...I am hitting the bottle again and feeding on formula!

jiāyoú (加油)

Mommy's friends keep sending me messages to jiāyoú (加油) which literally means "add gas" which seems funny because I am trying to pass gas. But Daddy used his "chinglish" translation skills and explained it means "Go!" ....a cheer of encouragement as in "Go Audrey Go!"

Well your words of "jiāyoú (加油)" was what I needed to cheer me on and today I made Daddy proud...raising my arms declaring victory and letting a few farts rip...sorry nurse if they were a bit wet.

Making the best of the situation...

Sometimes you have to make the best of the situation you are in...I have my comfy blanket from Uncle Goat and Auntie Kimmie...Mommy is doing my nails and I just had a shot of morphine...so I just pretend that I am having a spa day.

Post-Op Day 3

I feel more awake today. They removed the Foley catheter and I just move out of the PICU into a regular room with a window view. If you crane your neck you can see San Francisco Bay.

Still need to fart so I can eat. Daddy tried to trick the nursing staff by letting out a couple of blasts and telling them to come over and smell me...but it didn't work.

Post Op Day 2

Today is much better...I am not as swollen. I couldn't pee so I was getting puffy and they put in a Foley cathater and I felt much better. Plus you have to feel good when you have a picture of Ernie on your diaper.

Last night I was listening to Daddy being very stern with the nurses when they missed my morphine dose. The nurses were giving it to me every two hours when required but Daddy was insisting that I get it every two hours scheduled versus as required so I wouldn't have to experience breakthrough pain. The nurses was waiting until I cried, so they missed a dose at 10:30pm and when the morphine started to wear off around midnight I was crying loud enough to wake Daddy up. When Daddy found out they skipped a morphine dose and then didn't give me any Tylenol as a baseline but left it PRN (when required) he had a very calm but assertive conversation asking if there was any clinical reason to delay my pain management....if it was Mommy...there would have been a fireworks show like the 4th of July. They actually had to keep Mommy out of the room when they were putting in the Foley cathater...if you haven't had one let's just say its not to comfortable and you feel it even if you are on morphine.


Here are a couple more pictures of me pre-op in the holding room before going into the operating room.









Oh no...I think it's time!