It has been a reeeealllly long time since my last post. I've meant to write many times... like about the glorious six weeks I spent with my family in Hawaii after leaving China. And about all the things I miss (The outstanding people! The food!) and don't miss (Toxic air! Squat toilets!) about China.
|Curtis and I prefer eating mounds of ice during the holidays instead of shoveling it off our walkway. Here we are eating snow cones in Hawaii this past winter after leaving Beijing.|
Then I wanted to write about the super weirdness of pregnancy and how my body felt like it had turned into one big, curvy science experiment. I had spent many, many years in a body that my former gym coach described as looking like a baby giraffe (Sweet lady, that one.). Then BAM! Everything turned all kinds of unrecognizable. My 2.5 year old nephew asked me if the baby was growing in my boobs. I was all like, "My eyes are up here, 2.5 year old nephew!" Just kidding. I actually thought that was a fantastic compliment since prior to being pregnant, there were really no boobs to speak of. (Fun fact: I have wished for boobs ever since the magic puberty godmother forgot to bring me some. However, my lack of specificity with my wish means that the set I have waited nearly four decades to receive are less Cosmo and more Nat Geo. Wah wah.)
|This is my adorable nephew sitting in an inflatable pool that bears a striking resemblance to what I look like pregnant.|
Oh! I also had every intention of writing about my birth experience. People share those things, right? I was gonna talk about how while I was extremely excited about meeting our baby, I was completely freaked out about the actual birth-y part. In the months leading up to my due date, I kept fantasizing that a little fairy door would appear somewhere on my body so the baby could make a graceful entrance that would leave everyone with their dignity in tact. When you are bad at science like I am, your mind allows you to ponder such things. I can tell you that while I had what would be described by any birthing professional as a "very smooth delivery," it was one of the most... um... unpleasant experiences I have ever had. "But wait!" you say. "Wasn't it beautiful?" Wellll... if wearing a hospital gown while trying to scarf down a roast beef sandwich between contractions, then going to the bathroom and having an incredibly strong contraction which made me fall to the ground yelling something like, "OMYGOODNESSWHATISHAPPENINGTOME????" followed by a bunch of other strong contractions prior to the Amazing Epidural that had me feeling like My Body the Science Experiment had turned into My Body the Torture Chamber... then yes. It was very beautiful.
|Here you have a photo I took a few years ago of a scene that's ACTUALLY beautiful.|
Of course the REAL beauty part was getting to meet that little tiny human my body grew (with some key ingredient help from Curtis). The first time Micah heard my voice, he immediately stopped crying and we just stared at each other. He eventually fell asleep, but I continued staring at him non-stop for about the first three months of his life. I would probably have been much less sleep deprived if I could bring myself to stop staring at him and just close my eyes. But that would have been impossible, because I am not good at making very many things but HOLY WOW WE MADE AN ADORABLE LITTLE PERSON WHO HAD ALL THE RIGHT PARTS IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES!!!! I still stare at him a lot, but I have also rediscovered the joys of napping and blinking. I used to just think babies were cute. After having one, I think they are the most miraculous, amazing creatures ever in the history of ever.
|If one of these had been in the room when Micah was born, I probably would not have even noticed. Other thought: The fact that women's bodies can make actual people but cannot make a simple and convenient little fairy door is beyond me.|
You know what else is amazing? That parents around the world survive those first couple of months with a newborn because man oh man those months are both incredible and incredibly nutso. A friend of mine with a one-year-old said she didn't think anyone had any business visiting a family with a newborn unless they were going to bring something to eat or clean something. Thank gawd we had a good number of friends who did both.
Unbelievably, Micah is already 4.5 months old. He smiles a whole bunch, is excellent at grabbing his toes, and can shimmy himself pretty effectively around his crib using mostly just the weight of his large head. Obviously he is very advanced for his age.
|Here is our large-headed, sweet baby. It's going to take me an extra 15 minutes to publish this post because I'm going to get stuck staring at this picture thinking, "Awww... our son is so cute!" I might be just a teensy bit biased.|
Right at this moment, that cutie patootie is fast asleep in his crib, and if I'm lucky, he will stay asleep for another 4 or 5 hours. He has just started sleeping for large-ish chunks of time, which Curtis and I feel is reason for joyous celebration. It means I finally have the energy to get out of my jammies.
It means I finally have some time to do a little bit of that writing I've been meaning to do.