Pru has been much more active during daytime hours today. That is, she hasn’t been sleeping in four-hour chunks punctuated by quick diaper changes and feedings, like the first few days. Instead, she’s been sleeping an hour here and an hour there, waking up neither needing to be changed nor particularly hungry, and requiring substantial hug-time to get back to sleep. Pretty much her usual nighttime schedule since she came home. Does this mean she’s transitioning to being a diurnal rather than a nocturnal baby? Or is she turning into some kind of terrifying, 24 hour superbaby? Only time will tell.
Archive for November, 2007
My Uncle Bill and Aunt Liz did something very cute this week that all but guaranteed them their own blog post. They sent a package … and addressed it to Pru. Her first piece of mail!
Cal was also a pretty big fan:
And what’s in the box, you wonder? What do you get for the girl who has everything?
A penguin! Thanks, Great-Uncle Bill and Great-Aunt Liz!
When I was in high school, I helped my friend J.P. with his candidacy for student body president (ultimately unsuccessful, alas). As part of the campaign, J.P. purchased a remote-controlled blimp (this model, as I recall) on which the slogan “Vote J.P.” (or something to that effect) was emblazoned. Campaign volunteers (i.e., guys from our dorm) flew the blimp in the dining hall at lunch and dinner to gin up support. The blimp was enough (well, that and the fact that he was well known, popular, charming, and a two-sport captain) to get him past the first round and into the final three, who got to give speeches before the entire student body in the chapel before the final round of voting. (Andover’s election rules were a weird amalgam of the state of Louisiana and Project Runway.) The school had strict rules against the use of posters or props at the final speeches, but some unethical advisers* suggested the blimp be unleashed from the choir loft at the climax of the speech anyway. It would be a dramatic finish, he was assured, that might put him over the top, and there was simply no way the school would invalidate his election just because he’d unleashed a blimp during the speeches. Ethical to a fault, J.P. refused this advice and kept the blimp in its hangar. To this day, part of me thinks he’d have won if he’d just busted out the damn blimp (though, with a little more maturity than I had at 17, I understand he was right to not use it).
Why do I tell this not-especially-interesting story from my past? No reason.
At what point does the overwhelming paranoia that everything your newborn encounters is going to cause her to suffocate/overheat/be kidnapped by gypsies pass? When she turns 13?
Please accept my apologies in advance if this post is slightly incoherent; I’ve been more-or-less up for about 72 hours. Just so nobody is worried – Sweet Pea has been born. Her real name is Prudence Victoria Dwyer. She and Sarah are both doing well. They’re still at the hospital, but will hopefully be sent home tomorrow. Since we’ve been moved from the labor and delivery wing to the maternity wing I now have to abide by visiting hours (albeit slightly expanded ones for dads) and am thus home blogging, dealing with an even more emotionally needy than usual Calvin, and being about to fall asleep. I’m going back to the hospital first thing tomorrow morning, hopefully to return with mama and baby.
Thank you to the medical staff of New York Downtown Hospital, everyone who included us in their prayers and all those members of the CT who stopped by and lent a hand (you know who you are).
Rest assured, there will be many, many photos, but not right now. I’m only one (very, very tired) man!
When next we speak, dear blogosphere, Sweet Pea will be out (and, hopefully, home). We’re heading over to the hospital now, to start the induction process. Not the Pitocin right away; we’re starting with something that encourages dilation and effacement with the hopes that this’ll get contractions going on their own.
Your prayers would be greatly appreciated. Gerard Majella, Raymond Nonnatus, Margaret of Antioch – the whole crew – we could use a little assistance. Please, everyone, know your efforts are appreciated.