Mamapost June

Greetings Calvin-lovers. Just wanted to post a hello and quick update on Calvin.

He is nearly - so close - sitting up! He topples a bit, but is loving sitting up. He can get into things much easier that way!

He is loving playing with things and grabbing things and exploring them with his hands and mouth. It's amazing to watch. He loves the purple blanket on our couch and his brightly colored toy that Grammy gave him.

He rolls!! It takes a little time and maybe some gentle prodding from Mommy, but he's rolling over!

He makes new sounds every so often. Lately he really sounds like he's having a conversation with you. Very cute.

He has met three new babies in the last month! His new cousin, Luke, during our visit back to Springfield. Our friends Sarah and Jeremy have a new baby boy, Cyril. And our neighbors, Justin and Abby, have a new baby girl, Wilma. Calvin likes to reach out to them and touch their faces - gently, now.

That's all I can do for now - Calvin's waking up from his morning nap.

Pics to come once I find that damn cord for the camera...

Mamapost: The ER

I started this post a while ago...

As I sit in the Denver International Airport and wait for a flight, I thought I'd fill you in on the highlights of the last couple weeks with Calvin...

The ER! A few weeks ago, Calvin had a fever of 100.5. Poor baby. I woke up at 3am to nurse him and he was blazing hot. So in the morning we called the doc's office and they said to come in. 15 minutes later, they said, nope - you have to take him to the ER and sooner rather than later. WHAT?! We were confused, but headed that way while calling our midwife. She couldn't believe they were doing this and felt the ER was a little much and we should be able to see the doc first. So called the doc, on hold for 20 minutes, so we went to a coffee shop. Finally got the nurse and she said we could bring Calvin in, but the doc would just tell us to go to the ER. So we had no choice, really. We even called a 'holistic' pediatrician. He said go to the ER.

So we left the coffee shop with a happy baby and headed to the ER. Joy of joys. We had to endure a urine sample (which I managed to get them to use a bag to catch his pee instead of a catheter. Yay for one less intervention!), blood test - 8 FRICKIN' POKES! in my poor baby. They let me nurse him whilst poking the poor kid. Stupid inexperienced nurse... And a chest xray. But this takes the cake - they wanted to do a spinal tap. Which they prettied up by calling it a 'lumbar puncture' or in doctor-ease 'LP.' We had a cool doc - who, I kid you not, looked like Digger from Shirt Tales.

We avoided the LP because Calvin was such a talkative, happy baby - Digger didn't seem to think he had spinal meningitis. So we waited for blood test results for a couple hours and they came back fine. Finally, we left and went home Calvin's been great ever since! Silly doctors.

Mamapost 3/17 - Does green poop count?

Greetings followers of Calvin's Capers. This is Calvin's mama making a guest appearance. Wanted to share some of my day with Calvin...

This morning...well, maybe it was more like noon, I got him calmed down enough to put him in the car seat, take him into the bathroom and have a shower. He started whimpering, I pulled the curtain back while washing my hair to tell him everything was *OK*. He listened and stared at me blankly ... and then, like a volcano eruption, he started screaming crying and his face turned bright red. I laughed - yes, I laughed at my incredibly frightened, 7-week old son - rinsed my hair, pulled the shower curtain back more and again told him everything was okay. He believed me that time...for a few seconds. 'Twas a short shower.

We had a successful outing to three different shops today! Yes! Halfway through lugging the stroller and Calvin in his car seat out of and into the car 6 times, I smelled the full effects of a too-short shower.

He pooped on my friend Stacy. Somehow this poop got on her jeans, but missed his second St. Patrick's Day outfit. He pooped on the first one. Later he pooped green and I realized that this might count for his St. Patty's Day green.

He spent a good ten minutes under his new play-arch-mat-thingy. This allowed me time to make a phone call, brush my teeth and videotape him being really cute under said thingy.

I've learned that I can multi-task more than I ever thought possible. It's amazing how much tidying one can do while brushing teeth.

Toby made him smile a lot by leaning his head back and taking a big, deep breath in an effort to calm Calvin down. One of the *cuter* moments of the day. When Calvin smiles - his whole face smiles. It is pure joy...his eyes squeeze up and his normally furrowed brow relaxes. I LOVE him.

More Mamaposts to come...I'm eager to share my days with anyone who'll listen.

Balancing act

It's hard being a father, a husband and work at the same time. I feel like I'm unable to do any off them properly but I'm trying my damndest!

Calvin is almost three weeks old and has grown not only in weight but also in character. Every day he gains more expressions and just as my exhaustion kicks in he makes a noise or does something so cute that it makes me realize how worth while this time in my life is.

While I am getting to grips with being a poop wiping, baby holding, diaper washing, house cleaning machine with a pacifier as a finger, I am still trying to work out how to support my beautiful wife -- with the baby literally sleeping between us it's a challenge. We're working hard at checking in and making sure we don't lose each other during this crazy transition.

I started work this week and my main project is kicking off at supersonic speed and I'm struggling to keep up with it. I went into the office for 5 hours on Monday & Tuesday and I spent the rest of the week working from home and coffee shops. When at home it's almost impossible not to help look after my two loved ones... ...I'm getting better and balancing it all but I'm pretty sure I need more sleep.

Successes:
Bum in the sun time, strolling in stroller in the hood, grocery shopping, more good nights sleep, continued support and improved burping!

Failures:
The fact that a good night's sleep involves getting up every 2 to 3 hours for an hour, Calvin's second bath and trying to figure out how he fits into the new sling!

Falling in love again

Being home with Calvin and Kelly has been fantastic!!!

The first few days Kelly's mom was here and was incredibly supportive -- she helped with chores, took Calvin when we were most tiered and passed on some of her mothering wisdom to us. Then, like most good things, she had to go home and we all piled in the car for our fist outing... ...to say goodbye to grammy!

We raced to get to the airport bus (keeping to the speed limit IS racing when you have a new born in the car) and made it just in the nick of time. As we parted ways there was tears in all of our eyes. It had been an amazing visit and I saw Kelly and Deb's relationship blossom in the process. On top of that Deb leaving represented the distance we are from both of our families: Illinois, New Zealand and England are all a long way a way... ...some pretty long arms would be needed to hold and comfort our little one and that doesn't seem to be a gene we have (long toes maybe -- aka: Calvin and Kelly).

Kelly and I have since been learning how to do this parenting thing! Learning how to comfort Calvin; keep diapers and the house clean; fit sleep in; and make sure we don't lose each other
in the process. Calvin for his part is learning about this whole outside world thing -- who are these crazy people and why can't I be held all the time?!?

Successes:
3 good nights sleep, feeding, great support, snuggling, keeping the house in order and sling time!

Failures:
3 horrific nights sleep, Calvin's first bath and tummy time on the rug!

We've had lots of great support from our midwife, our friends (who have brought round meals every night this week and from an Ayurvedic Doula (Indian diet expert who doubles as a masseur.. ....mmmm).

The thing about Calvin is he's just too dam cute and Kelly has taken on new layers to me with the power she showed during birth and the compassion she has as a mother. To quote Kelly from the email she sent announcing Calvin:
"We're all doing well and spending a lot of time hibernating and staring at one another and falling in love over and over again".

And with that in mind I'm going to stop writing and spend some time with my family!

Reset button

Day 3 and we decided on his name. We were fairly sure about another name while he was in-utero but on meeting him and spending time with the little guy we both realized it just did not fit. Our baby is a wise old soul and a name we discussed in passing popped into my head and did not leave as it suited him so well -- our baby boy is a Calvin, no doubt about it a Calvin he is. Naming another being comes with a certain amount of responsibility and I hope we didn't make a bad decision... ...when he grows up he's as fond of his name as I am of mine (thanks dad!).

Day 3 also marked another important event -- the day we were discharged from the hospital and told we could go home!!!!! Once we got the news we packed and couldn't get out fast enough. Deb had been staying at our house the last two evenings and came to pick us up. We put Calvin in his car seat walked out of the hospital and breathed a several huge sighs of relief -- Calvin must have felt it too as he slept all the way home.

It was time to press the restart button and begin where we had intended to all along... ...the three of us at home getting to know each other.

Shouting at nurses and crying like a baby

Our baby boy was whisked away from us fairly quickly. He had pooped and inhaled his meconium (first stool which is tar like) during labor and the nurses wanted to clear his little lungs. They put him under a heat lamp, suctioned his lungs prior to weighing him -- at which point I made it clear that Kelly should be able to hold her baby (even if for a moment)... ..."If you can weigh him, she can hold him!" I said with authority that surprised even me.

After Kelly got to hold him for a moment they returned him under the lamp and patted him with a little cup in order to get any remaining meconium from his lungs. While the nurse was doing this I was getting more and more protective and when she was explaining what she was doing to Deb (Kelly's mom) she accidentally hit our little guy on his chin... ..."Can you watch what you are doing!" I said angrily.

They then took him off to the Neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) and I followed only to see some young nurses unable to draw blood and repeatedly poking him in the wrist. They hooked him up to an IV and put a little oxygen bubble over his head. The head nurse explained to me that his breathing did not stabilize and that he may have holes in the side of his lungs so needed to be monitored. I updated Kelly on the situation and sent her to rest -- our midwife told us that they were being over cautious and that he would be just fine.

I hung out with him as much as I could only leaving to get a cup of coffee, cry a bunch and wake up Deb and Kelly. Our baby showed no signs of weakening and every time they lowered his oxygen he did just fine. We were allowed o hold him that night and Kelly fed him too... ...an amazing moment in a horrific environment. The next day we stayed by his bedside constantly and the nurses wanted to ween him of the IV but he broke free from it all by himself... ...a low and behold his glucose levels were fine. At this point I was willing to do whatever the nurses said just to be able to get him out of this room.

That evening he was dismissed from the NICU and I broke down again -- the three of us stayed in the same room in the hospital, hardly slept a wink and were happy.

As I think back on those days I realize I showed more emotion than I normally would in a year (or perhaps ever have in my life). Something about becoming a father made me supper protective and vulnerable all at the same time. I went through no physical changes but something biological inside me was triggered. This reluctant father became a proud dad -- a feeling that I hope will never subside.