"Daddy can you carry me so I can see baby Micah he's so cute!" -- Clara Heis, 2 3/4 years old
Micah is so cute, and who wouldn't want to see him? If you didn't want to see him, you wouldn't be looking at this blog, that's for sure!
One thing that Micah does in very cute fashion is sleep. Micah is a very good sleeper, and for two nights in a row he has slept from 8 pm until 12 pm. This is more uninterrupted sleep than either Sarina or I were getting at the end of the pregnancy, so this is quite a blessing! Unfortunately, it's sometimes hard to get a good picture of him sleeping; I refrain from using a flash so as to not disturb him. These pictures have been tweaked a bit to improve the lighting.
Another thing that Micah does in quite cute fashion is pass out after eating. He does a lot of very funny things when this happens. The first is depicted below-- baby food coma!
Micah also makes hilarious faces after eating. Baby smile!
Oh no, baby pout!
Thinking hard, with baby-pursed-lips.
This last picture has no real connection with the previous, except that it too is adorable.
Micah is already growing and changing. At our pediatric appointment last Friday he weighed in at 9 lbs. 7 oz. He doesn't look the same as he did when he was born, and we're getting our first taste of that uniformly reported phenomenon: childhood passes far too quickly. Of course, we "knew" that, but we didn't expect to be faced with it so soon.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
The end of the first week
Micah turned one week old today. Out of curiosity, I calculated how many weeks old I am: over 1400. 1400 times the life experience, and I'm the one changing diapers? Just kidding, of course- I love every minute I get with Micah, even if many of those minutes are spent wiping his nether regions.
Anyway. The first week was a week of firsts. First day, first bath, first spit up, first smile, first time peeing on the wall ... we didn't catch all of these firsts on camera, but some nice pictures follow.
First bath! Well, first sponge bath, at least. That allows us to have another first "bath" when Micah graduates to submersion.
First tummy time, with Gran (Sarina's mom).
All bundled up.
Sleeping with dad on the couch.
Playing on the floor with mom.
Sleeping on the couch with Granddad (Sarina's dad).
Anyway. The first week was a week of firsts. First day, first bath, first spit up, first smile, first time peeing on the wall ... we didn't catch all of these firsts on camera, but some nice pictures follow.
First bath! Well, first sponge bath, at least. That allows us to have another first "bath" when Micah graduates to submersion.
First tummy time, with Gran (Sarina's mom).
All bundled up.
Sleeping with dad on the couch.
Playing on the floor with mom.
Sleeping on the couch with Granddad (Sarina's dad).
Friday, July 20, 2007
More Micah
At some point I'll have to post a birth story. I don't really have the energy at the moment. The labor and birth was nothing short of miraculous, and to do it justice I need a bit more wits about me than crazy baby action currently allows.
However! In the meantime, I have some pictures that start to tell the story.
Micah's first picture, shortly after birth. I cut the umbilical cord, and he was placed in this incubator to keep warm.
Next, the weigh in! Check out the cone head.
Our first family picture.
Micah with the delivering doctor, Dr. Dintini. The labor and delivery staff were wonderful.
Just chillin' in the recovery room.
When babies attack!
Incredible hair, eh?
Getting ready to go home. My brother Cory's fiance Mai knit the hat. Cory wore the gown home from the hospital when he was born, and it's possible I did too.
Big yawn!
However! In the meantime, I have some pictures that start to tell the story.
Micah's first picture, shortly after birth. I cut the umbilical cord, and he was placed in this incubator to keep warm.
Next, the weigh in! Check out the cone head.
Our first family picture.
Micah with the delivering doctor, Dr. Dintini. The labor and delivery staff were wonderful.
Just chillin' in the recovery room.
When babies attack!
Incredible hair, eh?
Getting ready to go home. My brother Cory's fiance Mai knit the hat. Cory wore the gown home from the hospital when he was born, and it's possible I did too.
Big yawn!
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Here's Micah!
And here he is!
Micah was born on Tuesday, July 17th at 11:40 am. He weighed 8 lbs 9 oz, and was 21 in long! He's also the cutest baby ever, I'm sure.
Mom and baby are both tired but are doing well. We arrived home from the hospital this afternoon. More pictures and details to come when I've had more sleep, too!
Micah was born on Tuesday, July 17th at 11:40 am. He weighed 8 lbs 9 oz, and was 21 in long! He's also the cutest baby ever, I'm sure.
Mom and baby are both tired but are doing well. We arrived home from the hospital this afternoon. More pictures and details to come when I've had more sleep, too!
Thursday, July 12, 2007
No baby yet
The question I get asked most frequently these days is some variation on, "No baby yet?" Frankly, I like the attention. Sarina, as obviously pregnant as she is, now gets comments from complete strangers. I'm glad that those who know we are expecting in the immediate future ask me for updates, even if it means saying "No, no baby yet" and "Sarina is doing fine but is uncomfortable" what sometimes seems like a dozen times a day.
So July 11th has come and gone, and no, no baby yet. One of our doctors told us at some point that 7 of 10 babies are born after their due date. The engineer in me chafes at this. If 7 of 10 are born after their due date, doesn't that mean that the prediction could be improved? I digress.
Sarina is doing fine, but is uncomfortable. We both want this baby to come. There's every indication that he is closer to coming than he was before (beyond the obvious passing of time which inevitably makes his arrival closer). Sarina is having more regular, and more intense contractions. She is also swelling more, and experiencing a variety of other minor symptoms that can be indicators that labor is looming in the near future.
But honestly, who knows?
On my way home yesterday, I ran into Jen Baily, another pregnant mother (with twins, due in a month or so) as she and her family were on the way to our church for Family Night Celebration. She asked if Sarina was tired of being pregnant. Yes, she is, I said. Jen then commented on how mentally difficult it is to wait. You don't know when the baby is coming, only that the baby is coming, and that you have no control over it whatsoever. For first-time parents, you also know that your life is going to be changed forever, but you have no idea how much. It is all a bit unnerving. And very trying, especially when no one bothers to explain all the different things that might happen to your mind and body along the way. The last weeks, in particular, seem to be weeks of intense change.
I don't want to make it seem like pregnancy is only hard. Pregnancy has been a blessing for us. It might be easier for me to say that because I'm not the one forced to continually carry our child without rest, but I can say that from a place of having sacrificed for the pregnancy. For me, this last trimester has been the most difficult, the most tiring. Sarina maintains that the first was the worst, because of the constant nausea, not to say that the third has been easy. We are both (all three of us?) ready to move on from our current, tired state, to a new, tired state. Bring on the baby!
So July 11th has come and gone, and no, no baby yet. One of our doctors told us at some point that 7 of 10 babies are born after their due date. The engineer in me chafes at this. If 7 of 10 are born after their due date, doesn't that mean that the prediction could be improved? I digress.
Sarina is doing fine, but is uncomfortable. We both want this baby to come. There's every indication that he is closer to coming than he was before (beyond the obvious passing of time which inevitably makes his arrival closer). Sarina is having more regular, and more intense contractions. She is also swelling more, and experiencing a variety of other minor symptoms that can be indicators that labor is looming in the near future.
But honestly, who knows?
On my way home yesterday, I ran into Jen Baily, another pregnant mother (with twins, due in a month or so) as she and her family were on the way to our church for Family Night Celebration. She asked if Sarina was tired of being pregnant. Yes, she is, I said. Jen then commented on how mentally difficult it is to wait. You don't know when the baby is coming, only that the baby is coming, and that you have no control over it whatsoever. For first-time parents, you also know that your life is going to be changed forever, but you have no idea how much. It is all a bit unnerving. And very trying, especially when no one bothers to explain all the different things that might happen to your mind and body along the way. The last weeks, in particular, seem to be weeks of intense change.
I don't want to make it seem like pregnancy is only hard. Pregnancy has been a blessing for us. It might be easier for me to say that because I'm not the one forced to continually carry our child without rest, but I can say that from a place of having sacrificed for the pregnancy. For me, this last trimester has been the most difficult, the most tiring. Sarina maintains that the first was the worst, because of the constant nausea, not to say that the third has been easy. We are both (all three of us?) ready to move on from our current, tired state, to a new, tired state. Bring on the baby!
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Oh My Word
Identity is an interesting thing, especially when we are confronted with things about ourselves that we don't expect. How quickly babies grow in the last weeks of pregnancy and the impact they have a woman's body easily falls into this category. Sarina and I were walking through Frick park with good friends Brian and Robin today, and when we came to a pretty spot, she suggested we take a belly picture. So we did. When she saw it, her reaction: "Oh my word!"
After looking at herself in the picture, she proceeded to hand the camera around for us to look at. Of course, she was the only one surprised by the picture.
Just five days to go until the due date, and Micah has grown larger and more active. He's running out of room, and Sarina's nightly contractions encroach a bit too much on his personal space. We've decided that both Sarina and Micah are ready to be done with this ordeal.
After looking at herself in the picture, she proceeded to hand the camera around for us to look at. Of course, she was the only one surprised by the picture.
Just five days to go until the due date, and Micah has grown larger and more active. He's running out of room, and Sarina's nightly contractions encroach a bit too much on his personal space. We've decided that both Sarina and Micah are ready to be done with this ordeal.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
New digs
We moved into a new apartment about a month ago, and things have really taken shape at this point. We were very anxious to get moved so we could start organizing baby things. What good is a nesting instinct with no place to nest?
The picture in the previous post was taken on on front porch. When you actually enter our apartment, you have to walk up a flight of stairs. We occupy the second and third floors of a recently re-modeled house.
When you get to the top of the stairs, the bathroom is in front of you, with the living room on your immediate left, and the kitchen a bit further down and to the left.
Our kitchen is spectacular. Our landlord Ted (a friend from church) knows someone who re-models kitchens, and he was able to get a set of cabinets that was being replaced and make them work in the space. We love it! We've lived with small kitchen after small kitchen the last five years, and having this much room is awesome.
As you can see, we can fit our table in there too, freeing up a lot of room in our living room. We moved from an apartment flooded by street noise from trucks and buses, but now when we eat breakfast in the morning in our kitchen, we do so to the sound of birds chirping.
Our living room is comfortable, and will soon sport a couple of chairs inherited from the Oddens. I objected initially, thinking the fold up camp chairs both exceedingly comfortable and remarkably elegant. However, Sarina eventually won me over to the idea.
Because of the layout of our apartment, Micah will be with us in our bedroom at least initially. We're lucky to have enough room for him and his things. The crib and rocking chair take up a lot of space, and at first presented a real challenge in terms of room organization.
It's amazing how much stuff you accumulate (I won't say need) when just preparing to raise a child in this country. I guess all of his cute clothes have to go some place.
One of the best things about our new apartment? The washer and dryer. First of all, it's just nice having a washer and dryer that no one else is using. Second of all, it's nice to have a washer and dryer in ... our master bedroom closet! Neither are loud, and the dryer doesn't make our bedroom hot. The convenience is incredible, especially at this point in the pregnancy when Sarina, wanting to wash baby clothes, shouldn't be hauling things up and down stairs.
With the coming baby, we've really focused our efforts on the second floor, making sure everything is organized for Micah. As a result, the third floor has been largely neglected, as evidenced by these pictures. We have most of Sarina's library on bookshelves, but not organized.
A lot of our old office is still boxed up. We have our computers up and running, and have made a bit of progress beyond what you see in the pictures, but our third floor is still a wreck, relatively speaking, and will likely remain so for a while.
All in all, we're very pleased with our new place. Ted is an awesome landlord and good friend. He's interested in taking care of us, and designed the apartment with our input and with Micah in mind. Does it get any better than that? I think not. We are also beginning to get acquainted with our new neighbors, and hope that our relationships with them will be fruitful. The neighborhood is nice, with kids biking up and down the street, and many of our neighbors spending much of their time on their porches chatting. Though we hope to not be here too long (the longer we're here, the longer I'm taking to finish school- shorter is better!), we're sure our time here will be wonderful.
If you'd like our new address, please email us. You can find our contact information on the right-hand side of the blog.
The picture in the previous post was taken on on front porch. When you actually enter our apartment, you have to walk up a flight of stairs. We occupy the second and third floors of a recently re-modeled house.
When you get to the top of the stairs, the bathroom is in front of you, with the living room on your immediate left, and the kitchen a bit further down and to the left.
Our kitchen is spectacular. Our landlord Ted (a friend from church) knows someone who re-models kitchens, and he was able to get a set of cabinets that was being replaced and make them work in the space. We love it! We've lived with small kitchen after small kitchen the last five years, and having this much room is awesome.
As you can see, we can fit our table in there too, freeing up a lot of room in our living room. We moved from an apartment flooded by street noise from trucks and buses, but now when we eat breakfast in the morning in our kitchen, we do so to the sound of birds chirping.
Our living room is comfortable, and will soon sport a couple of chairs inherited from the Oddens. I objected initially, thinking the fold up camp chairs both exceedingly comfortable and remarkably elegant. However, Sarina eventually won me over to the idea.
Because of the layout of our apartment, Micah will be with us in our bedroom at least initially. We're lucky to have enough room for him and his things. The crib and rocking chair take up a lot of space, and at first presented a real challenge in terms of room organization.
It's amazing how much stuff you accumulate (I won't say need) when just preparing to raise a child in this country. I guess all of his cute clothes have to go some place.
One of the best things about our new apartment? The washer and dryer. First of all, it's just nice having a washer and dryer that no one else is using. Second of all, it's nice to have a washer and dryer in ... our master bedroom closet! Neither are loud, and the dryer doesn't make our bedroom hot. The convenience is incredible, especially at this point in the pregnancy when Sarina, wanting to wash baby clothes, shouldn't be hauling things up and down stairs.
With the coming baby, we've really focused our efforts on the second floor, making sure everything is organized for Micah. As a result, the third floor has been largely neglected, as evidenced by these pictures. We have most of Sarina's library on bookshelves, but not organized.
A lot of our old office is still boxed up. We have our computers up and running, and have made a bit of progress beyond what you see in the pictures, but our third floor is still a wreck, relatively speaking, and will likely remain so for a while.
All in all, we're very pleased with our new place. Ted is an awesome landlord and good friend. He's interested in taking care of us, and designed the apartment with our input and with Micah in mind. Does it get any better than that? I think not. We are also beginning to get acquainted with our new neighbors, and hope that our relationships with them will be fruitful. The neighborhood is nice, with kids biking up and down the street, and many of our neighbors spending much of their time on their porches chatting. Though we hope to not be here too long (the longer we're here, the longer I'm taking to finish school- shorter is better!), we're sure our time here will be wonderful.
If you'd like our new address, please email us. You can find our contact information on the right-hand side of the blog.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Table for one, please
No, we don't have a baby yet! However, we seem to have a very nice table.
I took this picture this past weekend. Sarina and I were sitting outside waiting for our chicken to finish cooking, enjoying some fancy-pants grapefruit soda from Trader Joe's (think Squirt but for high society). Sarina has really taken to resting things on her belly. She has also found that it is convenient for catching food that would otherwise have fallen on the floor. Using the belly as a table does come with risks. Micah doesn't appreciate the pressure, and has a tendency to kick things.
Only 10 days to go until the due date!
I took this picture this past weekend. Sarina and I were sitting outside waiting for our chicken to finish cooking, enjoying some fancy-pants grapefruit soda from Trader Joe's (think Squirt but for high society). Sarina has really taken to resting things on her belly. She has also found that it is convenient for catching food that would otherwise have fallen on the floor. Using the belly as a table does come with risks. Micah doesn't appreciate the pressure, and has a tendency to kick things.
Only 10 days to go until the due date!
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