Wikis tagged with Baby

  I remember registering for my first baby before he was born. I went to a giant baby warehouse store with a HUGE corporate list of things that I "needed" for this new little one and obediently registered.   And then he came.   The crib sat in the corner, the swing hung empty, and the tub wouldn't fit in my shower.   Sometimes I think groups of childless men sit around shining wood tables and literally make stuff up that new babies "need" for survival just so that they can make money. Seems like a good idea, but for the first time mom, I think it just tends to stress us out when we...

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  It takes a miracle . . . Yes, indeed. Tim and I were a little shell-shocked today by the awareness that our son, Reeve, is now officially an adult. He turned 21 today. We celebrated with a family road trip (Reeve’s girlfriend, Eliza, joined us) to Chaco Canyon and will continue a celebration of sorts tomorrow, as we caravan down to Las Cruces (about 4 hours south of here)—where Reeve is in school—to help him move into his new digs. . . So. A joyous day of exploration, stunning scenery, stimulating conversation, fabulous road music, lots of laughter and reminiscences—and...

At first Hesperus, who is 10, did not want a baby sister Five months ago my daughters, 10-year-old Hesperus and 8-year-old Athena, came stampeding into the living room. “We’re having a crisis, Mommy,” they shouted. “Come quickly!” I followed them into my bedroom where they were folding laundry. “Look!” Hesperus held up some maternity jeans. “The machine broke your pants! They’re all poofy and stretched out.” Though the girls knew I might be pregnant, they had never seen maternity clothes. I told them we were expecting a baby. Athena clapped her hands with joy. Hesperus burst into...

  This baby is a good sleeper but I'm not It’s 2:30 in the morning and I’m wide awake. A post on sleep was not in the line-up for this week’s blogging but here I am in a pitch black 50 degree house and all the other topics I had planned to write about (weird but normal in postpartum women, how Cheri Huber stuck a gun in her stomach and pulled the trigger before she found Zen Buddhism, more on the philosophy behind going diaper free) feel irrelevant right now. I remember my father having insomnia. From my room I would hear him go downstairs in the middle of the night and turn on...

Baby Leone is three months old today. Three months already but it feels like she was just born. She likes to gurgle, look at her hands, and she has almost found her toes. She’s social and she smiles a lot but beware the friendly soul who wants to hold her: she almost immediately starts to cry with people she doesn’t know. I think she can tell by the way that they smell that they’re not me, or her dad, or her siblings. One of the only times she didn’t cry right away was when the PBS producer, Kate McMahon, held her. Kate is a lactating mom (she has an almost 12-month-old) so she...

Yesterday Baby Leone, Etani, and I walked two miles to pick up Athena from school. The stepmother of one of Athena’s classmates was there, so I got to see her son, who was born three days after Leone, for the first time. The babies smiled at each other. “How much does she weigh?” The mom asked me. “I don’t know,” I began. “We don’t–” “She’s so tiny,” she interrupted. “Tiny?” “Well, maybe she just looks puny compared to MY baby,” she said. “He weighs fifteen pounds!” Of all the adjectives I would use to describe Leone, “puny” isn’t one of them. She’s like a sumo wrestler...

Leone, who’s almost five months old (already? How is that possible?) has discovered how to blow raspberries. She’s also started noticing her out breaths. These spectacular wonders of her natural self are particularly fascinating at 4:00 a.m. In other news, she can sit up by herself for about a quarter of a second before falling on her nose and flattening it into Silly Putty. And she grabs things. The lip of the plate while she’s sitting on my lap at the table, the bamboo flute on the windowsill, the junk mail advertisement. She holds onto what she’s grabbed but only long enough to...

#1: I love to suck on Mommy’s chin. Wait, where did it go? Ah [drool, drool], there it is. Yummy. #2: I can sit up by myself. Oops. Until I fall over. #3: I am a good grabber. #4: I grab Big Sister #2’s hair. #5: I grab Big Brother’s shirt. #6: I grab the platter. Oops. Now it’s on the floor. #7: I grab — [editor's note: I think everyone gets the idea.] #8: I like to stand on laps. #9: I like to bounce on laps. Bouncy bouncy bouncy. #10: My fingernails are razor sharp, even though Mommy cuts them almost every day. #11: Waah, something just scratched my cheek. #12:...

Leone is growing so fast that the peach fuzz on her head looks longer from one day to the next. She’s got a little bang in front now, like Tintin. And her eyelashes have grown long and unruly. But the biggest change since she turned six months old five days ago is that she suddenly has so much purpose. She knows what she wants and she tries to get it, a look of serious concentration on her face. When I have a cup filled with water and I take a sip, Leone fixates on the cup, grabs at it with both hands, and shoves it towards her mouth. She smacks her lips, water spraying out, and...

Even though it’s Friday afternoon before Memorial Day weekend, Dr. Judy Palfrey, the president of the American Academy of Pediatrics, found time to call me back to discuss the press release that the American Academy of Pediatrics (AAP) sent yesterday about their position on clitorial “nicks.” In that release, the AAP made it absolutely clear that as an organization they are against any form of female genital mutilation and that they categorically retract the 2010 policy statement about female genital cutting. In their own words: “The AAP reaffirms its strong opposition to FGC and...

Leone decided to celebrate her seventh luna-versary by waking up every 20 minutes all night long. I think she’s teething. She has two little white saws sticking out from her bottom gums. Her top gums look a little raw and red. She bites everything. She’s bit my nipple twice now. I scream in pain. She sobs. I sob. Then I’m terrified to nurse her again because I don’t want to be bitten. I actually pumped a bottle of milk for her. I’ve been pumping every day for a baby in Colorado but this bottle was for Leone. I left to do a photo shoot. James tried to give Leone the bottle. She...

It is startling to find out that the United States ranks 29th amongst industrialized nations in terms of our infant mortality rate…that’s right 29th! Wait-it doesn’t stop there-did you know that African Americans have 2.3 times the infant mortality rate as non-Hispanic Whites? Also-more than one million babies die each year because they are born prematurely and about 13 million babies are born too soon according to the March of Dimes. I think I will stop there for now-its a bit too much to take in all at once. The National Healthy Start Association has sponsored a campaign to raise...

At almost eight and a half months old, Leone is all squirming all the time. Holding her when she’s trying to get somewhere (which is almost always) is like wrestling an octopus underwater with olive oil on your hands. A lot of babies her age have been crawling for months. Not Leone. But in the last few days she’s almost managed to heave her heavy self forward in a crawl-like manner. When you plop her down with some toys she doesn’t stay still. She rotates. Or scoots. Or twists. Or does something. This invariably moves her towards the only available choking hazard outside her reach,...

“When did she start talking?” A surrprised friend asked a few days ago. Baby Leone loves to have long involved conversations. She makes unintelligible noises (”Ah bah, bah dee dah!” is what she’s saying right now) and claps her hands, or bangs the ground with a pen, or flails her legs for emphasis. But our friend was noticing that she’s also consistently saying some words. She started “talking” about two weeks ago. Here’s the dictionary: “Beh” = bye “Bah” = ball “Hhh” = hi “Mama mama” = random consonant and vowel sounds strung together “Da da” = human being, daddy, mommy,...

I appreciate all the encouraging comments about my idea to take my daughters on a bike trip along the Canal du Midi. I’m still looking for affordable tickets and thinking about when—and whether—to take the trip. I spent more than an hour on the phone with an airline company but then their computers froze and I couldn’t purchase the tickets. A sign we shouldn’t go? The same day my friend Carla, who used to bike tour all the time, said she had panniers we could borrow. A sign we should go? Whatever we decide, I promise to keep you updated. In the meantime, there are new...

“Is she a good baby?” people often ask. This afternoon my friend fastened the chin strap of Leone’s bicycle helmet. Though Leone fidgeted and tried to push the helmet off, she didn’t cry. “You’re such a good baby!” my friend cooed. Leone is amenable to change, good-natured, smiley, patient, and generally even-tempered. For the most part, she’s been an easy baby. Still, I don’t like to think of any of her baby personality traits as “good.” Here’s why: If being amenable to change, good-natured, smiley, and generally even-tempered means you’re a “good” baby, where does that leave...

“Come quickly,” my 9-year-old daughter Athena cries. “I need to show you something RIGHT AWAY.” I wipe my hands on a cloth and hurry out of the kitchen. Baby Leone, almost ten months old, is happily playing on the floor by the coffee table. “Look!” Athena points. “Look at her hair. In the back. It’s so LONG!!” We are all startled by how fast Leone is growing. Her light hair has started to curl in wisps around her head. Two more top teeth (she has four teeth so far, two on the top and two on the bottom) are coming in, and she is on the move, doing her funny half scooch half crawl to...

  I may look little but I wrote this post. Ask my mom if you don't believe me! 1) Why, no matter how hard I tug, I can’t get the pretty soft stuff off Big Brother’s head. 2) Why, when I’m taking a bath and playing with toys and drinking some nice warm soapy delicious water, Mommy says “Yuck! Don’t do that!” and takes the cup away. 3) Why Daddy doesn’t like it when I suck on small rocks. 4) Why Big Sister #2 and Big Brother scream when I crawl over to play Legos with them. 5) Why no one wants to play with me in the middle of the night, even when I give Mommy my most winsome...

“I really wanted a boy,” my mother said of her first pregnancy. We were sitting side by side at a faux Japanese restaurant where food is prepared at an enormous grill in the middle of the table. A handsome Korean twirled his spatula in the air. “And I had a boy.” My mother looked pleased. In one deft movement, the chef squirted teriyaki sauce on the tofu on the grill. “Then I really wanted a boy,” my mother laughed. The chef added a heaping portion of white spaghetti to the tofu. “And I had another boy.” The chef flipped the tofu dish onto my plate and shot a mass of oil onto the...