Monday, March 27, 2006

Sunset over Townsend
Talking Poop on Spring Break

Baby is sleeping in the pouch on my chest, thankfully letting me sit at the rocker and type for the moment. She sleeps fitfully during the day, her head buried deep in the sling, for brief half-hour naps. It’s spring break for the university and I have a week off from classes - just me and little Pet. So instead of reading about pixel resolution, bit depth and color theory, I can get back to reading about explosive poops, drool rash and glycerin supositories.

I have found some really great books about motherhood and breast feeding which have kept me company and nourished me in the last few months. Between semesters you could find me in bed trying to breast-feed with a book in one hand. There is nothing quite like a first person account of early motherhood to help soothe the temporary insanity of those first sleep-deprived months. And luckily, there are lot and lots of good "motherhood" books, both personal accounts and social commentaries that help balance out the baby training and "expert" advice books the bookstore shelves are full of.

We have been doing our rounds of baby and mom yoga, new moms groups and lots of visiting with friends and family this week. Little Pet went to her first art exhibit (paintings by one of my art instructors), ate out with Mom, Nanna and Grammy (four generations of ladies!), and got outside again for a walk to the park with Juji and little cousin Ko. I am thankful that the weather is warming up and the baby is tolerating her car seat and stroller better these days, because it is great to be able meet a friend for coffee, take stelladog for a walk and sit and chat about poopies with other moms...

Friday, March 17, 2006

Stelladog ready for action
Stella’s got her groom on...

Little Petunia and I finally got out for a real, genuine outdoor walk yesterday. Yeah! It felt so good, even though it was only 40 or so degrees and my eardrums got iced . Bump, bump, bump went the stroller over the cracks in the sidewalk and I was hoping a wheel wasn’t going to pop off and roll down the alley. I remembered how easy it seemed to put the stroller together a few months ago, until a screw fell off during one of our early desperate mall walks. Luckily the only part in danger was the coffee cup holder, which is just as important as the wheels, in my opinion.

Little Pet had her four month check up on Monday and has more than doubled her weight and added 5 plus inches to her length. She had to have those four naughty shots in her thighs and she rightfully wasn’t very pleased with the nurse. She did, however, get two Hello Kitty bandaids, which I thought was a nice consolation prize. Too bad she has felt like crap for the last three days and nights... Glad she won’t be pocked by measles, lame from polio or turn ruby red from rubella. Huh? Anyway, she is feeling better, just in time for me to smack out a paper and cram for an exam.

Stella is ready for warmer weather also and recently got a shave down and a wash up. Too bad they are forecasting up to 7 inches of snow today...

Monday, March 06, 2006

The Fourth Trimester

Little Sweet Petunia is heading into her 4th month check up in a week and I’ve been thinking about the last three months, or the Fourth Trimester. She really is a different baby from the screaming, slippery newborn she was in November. She loves playing in her crib and squeals and talks as she swings her mobile with her foot (ribbon tied to foot and mobile game). She smiles at new faces, drools, and is content for a while in her bouncy seat reaching for toys and kicking - a far cry from the baby who wouldn’t let us put her down for the first 2 months (no pun intended). She is losing her fine baby hair and has round cheeks and a rolly-poley belly. Not to mention a cute bald spot on the back of her head. (I've tried the comb-over - sadly, it doesn't work.) She is sleeping well at night, getting up a few times for a bottle or to nurse, but goes right back to sleep, giving us blocks of 4 or 5 hours to dream and relish. Of course it all seems like a blur of crying, feeding, changing, rocking and fitful sleep. And truthfully, I still feel like I’m just holding exhaustion at bay. But, amazing are the changes that occur in those first few months.

I’m rocking her in the sling right now for her mid-morning power nap wishing my head was clearer and trying to figure out what’s on tap for the day. A bath, some homework, a trip to the library, finishing up the laundry... The brain is seriously tested in these early months - it feels a bit like mush right now or as HAL would say: "I can feel my mind going, Dave."

It is snowing again outside, but isn’t as cold as it was last weekend. Luckily, JB’s old Honda was resuscitated yesterday after a near-death experience in the 10 degree below weather. I guess the gas line was frozen and gunked up according to bro-in-law, who thankfully got it running again.

Life certainly sweeps me away these days. Barely time to think, and I wish I was doing more writing, sleeping and exercising. I spent hours working on a Photoshop collage project that was due this week, which was fun but very time consuming. JB is now back on the wards, doing in-house calls on the weekends and we are counting down the months until his residency is over (4 more to go!). Jujimo got a great report card last week, lost his second pair of winter boots this year, went to a Fat Tuesday party, watched 2001 A Space Odyssey with his Grandpa and asked millions of questions about outer space and time travel - time for the Carl Sagan Cosmos series (billions and billions of stars...).

I applaud anyone who keeps a journal/blog during these dreamy days of new infanthood. It is a fleeting, intense period where the entire family gets to know this new creature. In fits and starts, the baby wakes up to the world and all the sudden there is an explosion of awareness - the coos and smiles that say "I know you and I trust you..."