Family

Shark Week

So, at the two week appointment, Chilkat had not gained enough weight. At birth, 8lb 2oz. The day we left the hospital, 7lb 15oz. At three days, 7lb 9oz. At 15 days, 7lb 7oz. By that time, she was supposed to be back up to birth weight. Doctor’s theory was just that Chilkat wasn’t getting enough food, so we should supplement with formula. That was Tuesday. We had another follow-up appointment today to make sure she started gaining weight with supplements. Otherwise, the doctor wanted to do thyroid and diabetes tests.

Since we started supplementing, she’s been sleeping more and better, but feeding her is like shark week. She senses food and she starts to thrash and gnash (is gnashing possible without teeth?). She latches onto anything within reach (“biting mittens” sounds like a euphemism). While she’s flailing about, latching onto whatever she happens to get close to her face, it’s really hard to get a bottle into her mouth. If you attempt to take it away before she’s done, things get ugly. However, it seems to be effective. She was 8lb 3oz today (four days from the last checkup) — 12oz gain in four days. This doesn’t sound like a whole lot, until you look at it as a percentage: 10% of body weight in four days. That would be like me gaining 21 pounds in four days. Fat babies are cute, skinny babies are creepy. Maybe I’d be cuter if I gained 21 pounds by Tuesday.

I’m also impressed with Chilkat’s…um…range. She tricks me a lot. I started changing her before she was done doing her business, and she managed to Hershey squirt about a foot and a half. Again, proportionate to heights, if I were to do the same, that would be a nearly six foot shot for me. Think fire hose. Now I’m a little more cautious around her rear end.

She’s becoming more interested in the world around her. She opens her pretty blue eyes and looks around a lot. Sometimes she follows objects rather than staring blankly. She loves to lift up her head and look around when I’m burping her. She farts like a man, and she seems to enjoy dutch ovening herself.

We’ve had “tummy time” a couple times now. As I suspected when I saw her hold her head up when she was 12 hours old, Chilkat basically kicks its ass. The first time, she started moving her little legs and strained to lift up her head, but ended up just bulldozing forward on her face before getting frustrated. It was pretty funny. The second time, she figured out how to roll over on her side. The third time, she lifted up her head several times.

She’s going to like roller coasters. One method I have for calming her down is swinging her wildly in her car seat.

She’s come to eat with us maybe six times now, and she has very cooperatively slept through each meal (except the last, which was a work luncheon for KrisDi, so she got passed around a little bit, which woke her up).

I’m still not sure I feel like a dad (although I certainly love the lumpy little bean). It kind of feels like somebody just left a baby at our house.

Unsurprisingly, I still am greatly annoyed by the sound of crying baby. I’m not perturbed by dirty diapers or spit up.

I have to go back to work on Tuesday. KrisDi and I have sort of figured out a routine that works, although it doesn’t really provide anyone but Chilkat with enough sleep. And I don’t know how that’s going to translate to me going to work early in the morning, and not being around to help KrisDi.

Here’s a bunch of pictures. I know, we’re completely caught in the “everything our daughter does is amazing” trap, but I promise, I’ll start trying to not post things that aren’t interesting to other people. Or maybe not.

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Hello again

We actually went one whole day without taking pictures of our daughter! March 2nd. Write it down.

She got a rash one day, and we called the doctor. Of course, we were told not to worry about it.

Chilkat’s umbilical cord fell out yesterday. Well, it was hanging by a gruesome, dry little thread, and we just decided to clip it. Soon, her belly button should look fairly normal. Belly buttons are weird.

The maternal grandparents arrived (separately, as befits their complicated lifestyle) and appear to have fallen in love with their first grandchild.

KrisDi hired a professional photographer, who got us all naked and took pictures of us. We’ll share the pictures when we get them; we plan to buy the “digital negatives” rather than having photos printed.

Night before last was awesome! Chilkat fell asleep immediately after each of her feedings, and slept until the next feeding. Last night was almost as good, but not quite. Hopefully it’ll settle into a nice pattern of mostly sleeping at night.

Some pictures:

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New Stuff

Something I forgot to mention in that last post: My uncontainable joy when I first heard Chilkat cry and knew that she was breathing.

Another interesting thing: within the first twelve hours of life, Chilkat was able to lift up her head and look around a bit (without help) while I was burping her. She’s repeated this trick many times since then; I’m fairly sure infants aren’t supposed to be able to do it until they’re about a month old.

Aside from that, the day we got back from the hospital (actually, within about 30 minutes of our arrival), I received parts I needed to build a new media computer. I have two excuses:
1. Old media computer is so large I cannot close the cabinet; therefore, childproofing is impossible; therefore, I must make a smaller one.
2. Old media computer is so friggin ancient I can’t watch baseball on it, due to Flash‘s increasingly shitty product. I need a beefier processor to handle their crappy, wasteful software. So now I have a quad-core 64-bit 3.2GHz AMD Phenom II X4 955 Black Edition to replace my old, much slower single core 32-bit 2.2GHz AMD Athlon XP 3200+. I mean, Chilkat has it. It’s her first computer. Yeah, that’s it.

Since then:

  • Diapers. Getting pooped on. Somehow going through three diapers for one poop. Apparently I keep trying to change her diaper while she’s still pooping.
  • Her eyes have changed color from an amazing dark inky blue to a very pretty dark royal blue.
  • It’s surprising how much her skull has changed shape. Coneheadiness caused by her forcible journey through KrisDi’s birth canal has faded into relatively normal shaped head.
  • We had her first doctor’s appointment, and she apparently passed. She lost weight (normal for newborns), but she seems to be feeding well and ought to gain it back pretty quickly.
  • KrisDi’s already made cookies.
  • The most successful trick we have for calming down Chilkat is of course strenuous: Carry her up and down the stairs.
  • We took her to lunch with us on Wednesday, and she was quiet the whole time.
  • First bath was completed successfully, and Chilkat didn’t even cry that much.
  • It is awesome — and let me repeat, awesome — to allow myself believe the illusion that she’s looking into my eyes.

In general, Chilkat’s a good kid. She’s already getting better at sleeping at night and crying in the daytime, although she seems to prefer night owlishness. Last night, KrisDi and I simultaneously had three consecutive hours of sleep. This is a vast improvement over the eight non-consecutive hours we each accumulated between 8 AM on Saturday the 19th and 10 PM on Tuesday the 22nd.

Aside from that, let’s see what we have in the way of more pictures.

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Chilkat, Destroyer of Routines

I’m sure everyone who reads this blog is already well aware, but I’ll write it down again anyway:
8 pounds 2 ounces, 19.5 inches, born 4:47 AM on Sunday, February 20th. Entirely natural birth. KrisDi is a badass.

So, one of the things I really want to record is KrisDi’s and my thoughts on the whole childbirth experience. We obviously have different points of view, so I think I’m going to tell them separately. It’ll get a little wordy. I’ll put links to pictures way at the end, so you’ll at least have to scroll over all the text to get to the good stuff.

KrisDi’s story in her own words. She left out all the messy details, mostly because she was keeping it short to share with her Nesty girls:

It’s a girl! Chilkat made her way into the world on Feb 20 at 4:47 am, 8 lbs 2 oz, 19.5 in long. It was exactly one week past her estimated due date, but still two days ahead of her scheduled induction and I was able to get the natural birth I was hoping for.

It was a fairly quick labor. I had mild cramping most of the day Saturday and started getting some contractions later that evening. snaotheus and I tried going to bed at about 11 pm but I started having more intense contractions about every 4 minutes, so he decided he was going to call the hospital at about midnight to see what they said. They told us to come in.

We got to the hospital at about 12:30 am, but they didn’t have a triage room ready so we had to wait in the lobby until one was available. Eventually at 1:30 am they got me into triage and checked me. I was 4 cm, fully effaced, with a bulging bag of waters. They hooked me up to monitors until about 3 am when they brought me into our room.

They started to draw me a bath while snaotheus went out to the car to get our stuff. The nurse decided to check me again before I went into the tub. She started laughing and said, “When did your water break? I just pulled your baby’s hair. You’re ready to push.” This was a bit shocking and snaotheus was in disbelief to hear this as well when he came back in the room.

Anyways, I started pushing at 3:30 am. After her head was delivered, my fluid started coming out which explains why I didn’t think it had broken. There was meconium in it, so they called in the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) nurses. Luckily she didn’t ingest any and was just fine. She was born at 4:47 am, just about 3 hours after I was admitted into the hospital. We got discharged early Monday afternoon and we are loving our new gorgeous daughter.

The “mild cramping” she was talking about is pretty easily recognizable as contractions in hindsight, but we were unsure at the time. She described the cramping pain as “like a period”. It was occurring every 5-30 minutes most of the day. Some time in the afternoon it was occasionally strong enough that she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else, and about 7 PM (after KrisDi made green chile for dinner) I decided that I was going to start writing down the times they occurred. KrisDi didn’t think it was necessary, but I did it anyway. I’m a nervous Nelly.

They continued to get stronger, and started getting a little more consistent in timing. Occasional strong ones would send her to the bathroom. Judging on the time between the current contraction and the previous contraction, the timing became consistent at 10:00 PM. KrisDi (and I) was not convinced they were actually contractions. They were pretty similar to some sensations from the previous weekend when we walked for three hours trying to jumpstart labor. We went to bed about 11 PM.

I stopped logging times, but I was still watching the clock. They were starting to be pretty consistently 4-5 minutes apart. Somewhere around 11:45, one of her contractions sent her to the bathroom, and she wasn’t able to get out between the next two. That’s when I decided to call the hospital (again, even though KrisDi didn’t think it was necessary — the poor sweet girl probably didn’t want to bother them at night). They told us to come in.

We packed up our bags and put them all in the car (with occasional breaks to remind KrisDi to breathe). You might find it strange that we had multiple bags, but here are the types of things we brought:

  • Exercise ball (supposed to be a good relaxation/stretching device for mother, supposed to help get fetus into the right position for delivery) and a pump to fill it up
  • Several changes of clothing for mother, father, and child
  • Enough energy bars for snaotheus to survive for a week, plus a jar of peanut butter, a couple cans of soup, and what seems like a gallon of applesauce (father doesn’t get meals covered by insurance)
  • Bathroom stuff
  • Massage tools
  • iPod so we could play music for relaxation during labor
  • Two still cameras, a video camera, a webcam, and a laptop
  • Boppy pillow

So, lots of stuff. We left the house about 12:15 AM on Sunday the 20th, arrived at the hospital about 12:30. We weren’t sure we’d be admitted (again, unsure that KrisDi was experiencing genuine contractions), so we left all the bags in the car, and went down into the birthing center. They were apparently busy, and they couldn’t get us into triage right away. This is where they examine pregnant ladies who think they’re about to have a baby, and decide whether or not they’re close enough to having a baby to stay. We waited in the lobby for about an hour, and of course contractions continued. At this point, there were no mild ones. I raised a concern to the admitting lady that KrisDi was spending a lot of time in the bathroom and not spending much time drinking water. I don’t know if that had any effect, but immediately afterward, the nurse came out to take us into triage and get KrisDi examined.

We got into the triage room around 1:30 AM, and between contractions and clumsiness with hospital gowns (I was completely baffled by the gown), it took us a little while to get KrisDi dressed in embarrassingly revealing hospital garb. It took more than one try for the nurse to give her a cervical exam, as she was interrupted by contractions. As KrisDi mentioned, she was 4cm dilated, 100% effaced with a bulging bag of water. They gave KrisDi a shot of Zofran for nausea (it stopped her from puking, but she still felt nauseous and wouldn’t let go of the bucket), and kept her in the room for monitoring for about an hour and a half — I think they said they didn’t like the way the baby’s heart rate was dropping during contraction, and wanted to keep her on a monitor for a while. They were also giving her saline, just to keep her hydrated.

At 3 AM, they decided to give us a room. They introduced our nurse Maria (they assign a nurse to each mother, and that mother is supposed to be their only patient), and walked us down the hall to the room. This, of course, was a slow walk with at least one contraction interrupting it. We got into the room and Maria suggested a warm bath to help KrisDi relax, and she started to run the hot water while I ran out to car to grab our bags. Maria was going to give KrisDi a cervical exam again while I was gone.

When I returned with several armloads of stuff, Maria was laughing and saying, “She’s ready to push!” KrisDi was 10cm dilated, water had broken, and Maria had just pulled Chilkat’s hair. Apparently KrisDi went from 4cm to 10cm in an hour and a half, nullifying our need for 90% of the crap we brought for relaxation and most of the stuff we brought to keep me going for a long labor. This meant that at some point KrisDi’s water broke, and we hadn’t noticed. It also meant KrisDi wasn’t going to be using the warm bath Maria drew for her.

Of course, this is when things start getting a little crazy. I throw the bags in a corner, Maria starts moving furniture around to make more room for doctors and nurses, and they start trying to bring in the on-call doctor (KrisDi’s doctor was on vacation). We had met him the day before during a checkup. For some reason, he was taking a really long time to respond (even though he was supposed to be in the hospital somewhere), and some other funny looking doctor just sort of showed up, looked around and asked questions, and then left. KrisDi was set up to push with no doctor present at 3:30 AM, just me and Maria and another nurse whose name I don’t recall. I held one leg, other nurse held the other leg, Maria sort of ran the show.

After a couple contractions accompanied by pushing, KrisDi’s regular doctor arrived. Apparently she’d returned early from her vacation, and the on-call doctor had called her at home to see if she wanted to come in to deliver our baby. Contractions and pushing continued, of course. My role was very superficial; I held KrisDi’s leg during pushing, told her she was doing a good job, reminded her to breathe when she needed to breathe, tried to massage her scalp to relax her a little bit between contractions. Two things really stand out for me during this time: Chilkat’s heart rate was dropping during contractions (the doctor theorized that the umbilical cord might be in an armpit or something, putting a little but not a lot of pressure on during contractions), so they gave KrisDi an oxygen mask. KrisDi almost started crying, thinking her baby wasn’t OK, and I reassured her. I don’t know if it got through to her at all, but there wasn’t much to do about it anyway, except remind her to use the oxygen mask between contractions. The other thing was when Chilkat’s head first started to show during pushing, and I whispered in her ear, “I just saw Chilkat!”

I felt so bad that there was nothing I could do to help her or make her feel better as she suffered through it. I was mightily impressed with her strength and determination. She’s the toughest woman in the world. She didn’t scream or cry or yell at all during the process, she barely whimpered at all.

Pushing lasted a little over an hour, obviously. When Chilkat was crowning, the doctor started lubricating around her head, which surprised me. It shocked me how squishy her head was, and how nonchalantly the doctor squished it to get her finger in there. When Chilkat’s head popped out, a lot of meconium-tainted amniotic fluid came out, and the doctor immediately called in the NICU crew, because if meconium gets in the lungs, it’s very bad. The NICU crew departed very quickly afterward; I don’t know how they decided, but apparently they decided everything was fine. I don’t even remember if there was another contraction, or if the doctor just pulled Chilkat the rest of the way out.

When she was out, the doctor immediately plopped the baby on KrisDi’s belly, let me announce the sex, and cut the cord (which is tough like gristle on a cheap steak). I could barely choke out, “She’s a girl!” because I was practically sobbing. I’m still tearing up when I think about it. KrisDi was a man about it, though. She was calm and collected (and probably relieved not to have a gigantic head in her vagina).

They took Chilkat to the other side of the room to bathe her, and I was torn — do I stay close to KrisDi to support and comfort her, or do I go by my daughter and watch her first bath? KrisDi sent me away and told me to take pictures (for which Chilkat will some day hate me). KrisDi got a couple stitches for a small tear in her perineum.

Local family members and a couple friends visited in the hospital that day. We went home around noon the next day. So, now I’m a dad, and KrisDi’s a mom. And Chilkat’s a daughter. And Mom’s a grandma, and so is D, and Northwood, E-Dubs, and P-Dubs are uncles, and so on, and so forth…

I think that’s enough for today, aside from some pictures. I’ll of course try to write more, but with interruptions, guests, and crying Chilkat, it’s hard to sit down and string words together.

So, as I promised, some pictures. Just two galleries of still pictures for now: Chilkat’s birthday, and the day after. Some of these pictures were taken with cell phones.

Chilkat

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