Baby Echo,
I'm at a coffee shop, across from your daycare, with my laptop, working. My mind is with you, hoping you are distracted by fun, and not missing mama. Yesterday it was our first warm-up day. We went in at 8am. I stayed with you until 9:45, and then left for 15 minutes. When I came back, you were playing in the yard. At 10am we headed home together.
Today we went in at 8:30. You did paint work with the other kids, and then cried for mama. I picked you up. We played with your doll Susan, and a girl brought us a book to read. Another boy joined us, and brought us another book when we were done. They were interested in the story too. I left at 9:10. You cried, looked at me and cried deep. I waved, I kissed, and said I'll be back soon, smiling, about to cry myself. The teacher took you in her arms as I waited outside the door until you stopped. I looked in from a distance, making sure you don't see me. The teacher nodded that you were all right.
So here I am, across the street, waiting for 10:30. Can't wait to hold you and comfort you, cover your little face in kisses. When we get home, after a short while, your nanny Faith will take over. Late afternoon, you'll be mine. Next week, the warm-up will continue, little by little, you'll stay longer each day, until August.
Love you so much.
Mommy
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Monday, July 13, 2015
One-year specs and other developments
My baby Echo,
It's nearly a month since you turned one. I wish we could celebrate the day again. Watching you poke the giant cake with your finger again and again, and lick it, oblivious to norms, is priceless. In your future birthdays, you will be conscious of the day, but I think you will still poke the irresistible cake for a few more years. Your sister still does it.
Your specs from your 1-year doctor's checkup, with delay:
Height: 30.5 inches (77.5 cm)
Weight: 8.6 Kg
Head circumference: 17.13 inches
90th percentile height, 35-40th percentile weight.
You're tall and slim, but you eat like an older kid. You still have only six teeth.
Echo, give me a kiss" I say. "Mmma" you say, smacking your lips.
When I leave, nonna holds you by the window, so we can wave good bye. I blow kisses at you, and cross my arms on my chest into a hug, to say "I love you." Now you blow kisses too. Yesterday when I came home, you blew a kiss, and crossed your arms for "I love you" just like I do.
I forgot to mention that I bought you new shoes, as soon as you started walking. You try to pull the velcro open, and stretch your foot so I put them on you. Here they are:
Nonna got you very cute ones a couple of months prior, white, with yellow accents, but by the time you started walking, your feet grew.
You love the tomatoes that grow in our garden. You point at them "a! a! a!" asking me to pick some for you. When I weed in the yard, or pick lettuce, you pull onto whatever plant near by, imitating my actions, and show me your hands, holding the torn greens, with the satisfaction of camaraderie.
You are crazy about handbags. You know where the bags are in my closet. You point at them "ba! ba!" and pull one out of the drawer.You put the handle on your arm, take things in and out, and walk around. Zoe had the same obsession.
You know how to say "More" in sign language. It took you only one effort to learn. And now you use it with pride. You also know the sign for drink, and when I show you your sippy cup with water, you say "Wa! Wa!" When I say "cow milk" you say "mooo."
We celebrated Zoe's 5th birthday with her friends on Saturday. A pool party with real baby bunnies. She'll turn 5 in two days. This year, the gift bags for the guests also included a gift from you. Like she did with Zoe, nonna prepared Confetti to celebrate your birth. Decorative bags filled with almond shaped chocolates, and a card, with your name and your date of birth. I put one in your memory box, so you can see it when you get older. On your birthday, we gave them to our close friends, and on Zoe's birthday, we put one in each gift bag. Here is a picture of the confetti we gave to close friends, along with the one we gave at Zoe's birthday party. This is very important, because it is one of the little gestures that you matter and that you are special to us.
Zoe wished we had a coo coo clock! Nonna told nonno to bring one along from Italy. And he did. First few weeks, the family gathered around it every time the bird was about to coo coo. Zoe asked to be lifted so she could see the bird up close, chirping with her bubbly talk until she saw the bird. You pointed at the clock "ah! "ah!" your big eyes on my face, as if you wanted me to know something very important is about to happen. We lifted you both, and we all waited. The window opened, and the bird coo cooed. We all got excited. The scene repeated hourly in the evenings when we were all at home. Now we are calmer about it, but still wish to see the bird. Zoe runs from her room with the first coo coo, and gets disappointed if she misses it. So papa recorded the coo coo, for you girls to watch whenever you want.
We're still working on reducing your nursing sessions. As a first step, I eliminated one pumping session, and replaced it with cow milk. But in return, you added a physical nursing session to the schedule. Weekends are great for reducing boob milk intake. We are out and about most of the day. You are easily distracted by your surroundings, and you can't concentrate for a duration of a full nursing session. But come evenings, you make up for the lost time. You still get up every night between 3:30 and 5:30 to nurse. I don't known if you really want to nurse or just need mama love. What if I refused to nurse, and held you tight instead? Will you be ok with that? I could try, but I'm inclined to think I'll fail, because you know how to access your milk supply and you are plenty strong to pull the shirt away. And it's so hard as a mom to say no to something that you want from me that only I can give. When you were younger, I thought it would be easy to ween you. With Zoe it was a tragedy, but you seemed so much more chilled about it. As you grew older your attitude changed. I;m very happy that I can provide something that means so much to you. But here we are, past the one year mark, and you are eating so well. Fly, little girl, be free. You don't need my boob anymore. I love you. We need a vacation full of fun that last longer than a weekend, to get your mind off your milk stores.
Love,
Mommy.
It's nearly a month since you turned one. I wish we could celebrate the day again. Watching you poke the giant cake with your finger again and again, and lick it, oblivious to norms, is priceless. In your future birthdays, you will be conscious of the day, but I think you will still poke the irresistible cake for a few more years. Your sister still does it.
Your specs from your 1-year doctor's checkup, with delay:
Height: 30.5 inches (77.5 cm)
Weight: 8.6 Kg
Head circumference: 17.13 inches
90th percentile height, 35-40th percentile weight.
You're tall and slim, but you eat like an older kid. You still have only six teeth.
Echo, give me a kiss" I say. "Mmma" you say, smacking your lips.
When I leave, nonna holds you by the window, so we can wave good bye. I blow kisses at you, and cross my arms on my chest into a hug, to say "I love you." Now you blow kisses too. Yesterday when I came home, you blew a kiss, and crossed your arms for "I love you" just like I do.
I forgot to mention that I bought you new shoes, as soon as you started walking. You try to pull the velcro open, and stretch your foot so I put them on you. Here they are:
Nonna got you very cute ones a couple of months prior, white, with yellow accents, but by the time you started walking, your feet grew.
You love the tomatoes that grow in our garden. You point at them "a! a! a!" asking me to pick some for you. When I weed in the yard, or pick lettuce, you pull onto whatever plant near by, imitating my actions, and show me your hands, holding the torn greens, with the satisfaction of camaraderie.
You are crazy about handbags. You know where the bags are in my closet. You point at them "ba! ba!" and pull one out of the drawer.You put the handle on your arm, take things in and out, and walk around. Zoe had the same obsession.
You know how to say "More" in sign language. It took you only one effort to learn. And now you use it with pride. You also know the sign for drink, and when I show you your sippy cup with water, you say "Wa! Wa!" When I say "cow milk" you say "mooo."
We celebrated Zoe's 5th birthday with her friends on Saturday. A pool party with real baby bunnies. She'll turn 5 in two days. This year, the gift bags for the guests also included a gift from you. Like she did with Zoe, nonna prepared Confetti to celebrate your birth. Decorative bags filled with almond shaped chocolates, and a card, with your name and your date of birth. I put one in your memory box, so you can see it when you get older. On your birthday, we gave them to our close friends, and on Zoe's birthday, we put one in each gift bag. Here is a picture of the confetti we gave to close friends, along with the one we gave at Zoe's birthday party. This is very important, because it is one of the little gestures that you matter and that you are special to us.
Zoe wished we had a coo coo clock! Nonna told nonno to bring one along from Italy. And he did. First few weeks, the family gathered around it every time the bird was about to coo coo. Zoe asked to be lifted so she could see the bird up close, chirping with her bubbly talk until she saw the bird. You pointed at the clock "ah! "ah!" your big eyes on my face, as if you wanted me to know something very important is about to happen. We lifted you both, and we all waited. The window opened, and the bird coo cooed. We all got excited. The scene repeated hourly in the evenings when we were all at home. Now we are calmer about it, but still wish to see the bird. Zoe runs from her room with the first coo coo, and gets disappointed if she misses it. So papa recorded the coo coo, for you girls to watch whenever you want.
We're still working on reducing your nursing sessions. As a first step, I eliminated one pumping session, and replaced it with cow milk. But in return, you added a physical nursing session to the schedule. Weekends are great for reducing boob milk intake. We are out and about most of the day. You are easily distracted by your surroundings, and you can't concentrate for a duration of a full nursing session. But come evenings, you make up for the lost time. You still get up every night between 3:30 and 5:30 to nurse. I don't known if you really want to nurse or just need mama love. What if I refused to nurse, and held you tight instead? Will you be ok with that? I could try, but I'm inclined to think I'll fail, because you know how to access your milk supply and you are plenty strong to pull the shirt away. And it's so hard as a mom to say no to something that you want from me that only I can give. When you were younger, I thought it would be easy to ween you. With Zoe it was a tragedy, but you seemed so much more chilled about it. As you grew older your attitude changed. I;m very happy that I can provide something that means so much to you. But here we are, past the one year mark, and you are eating so well. Fly, little girl, be free. You don't need my boob anymore. I love you. We need a vacation full of fun that last longer than a weekend, to get your mind off your milk stores.
Love,
Mommy.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
My happy first birthday
My magical little love Echo,
Today we celebrated your first year of life, and the happiness you brought along. I worked from home, to pick up your cake and balloons, while your nanny Faith took you on a usual day of adventure and play. As a gift, she got you your own talking ball. She usually brings one that belongs to her grandchildren, and you love playing with it. So now you have your own.
After Faith left, you and I had a little play time of our own, with balloons, and whatever you found to be fun, such as lip balm,
before we headed out to your birthday dinner at Tutta Bella. There, every kid gets a piece of pizza dough to play with, making the place a favorite of Zoe's. Zoe's friend Geniva, her mom and grandparents, along with our all time friend Bill, nonna, nonno, and me were there to celebrate your presence.
A few days prior, I took pictures of my top 3 cakes at the bakery, and asked Zoe's help to pick the best one. She picked a Hello Kitty nature theme, with grass, flowers, sky, an apple tree, and a rainbow. It was the rainbow that sealed the deal for her.
We each had a piece of cake, but you preferred to eat directly from the source, pocking your finger deep into the colorful frosting, and licking it. At some point, you had enough, but you kept poking the frosting, and smearing your cake covered finger on your dress.
Thus came the bib, a little too late.
You skipped a nap during the day, with all the excitement of gifts and balloons, and it was difficult to keep you calm and still for pictures. At home, both you and Zoe stayed up late, playing with the gifts, and carrying the energy and excitement of the special event.
Today we celebrated your first year of life, and the happiness you brought along. I worked from home, to pick up your cake and balloons, while your nanny Faith took you on a usual day of adventure and play. As a gift, she got you your own talking ball. She usually brings one that belongs to her grandchildren, and you love playing with it. So now you have your own.
After Faith left, you and I had a little play time of our own, with balloons, and whatever you found to be fun, such as lip balm,
before we headed out to your birthday dinner at Tutta Bella. There, every kid gets a piece of pizza dough to play with, making the place a favorite of Zoe's. Zoe's friend Geniva, her mom and grandparents, along with our all time friend Bill, nonna, nonno, and me were there to celebrate your presence.
A few days prior, I took pictures of my top 3 cakes at the bakery, and asked Zoe's help to pick the best one. She picked a Hello Kitty nature theme, with grass, flowers, sky, an apple tree, and a rainbow. It was the rainbow that sealed the deal for her.
We each had a piece of cake, but you preferred to eat directly from the source, pocking your finger deep into the colorful frosting, and licking it. At some point, you had enough, but you kept poking the frosting, and smearing your cake covered finger on your dress.
Thus came the bib, a little too late.
On your birthday, I saw you take 3 forward steps, completely on your own, and 5, without forward move. Faith saw you take 5 steps forward. You are very comfortable on your feet. You and Zoe love each other's company, but when you interrupt her play, and destroy the scenes she set up for her pretend-play, or take away her mommy-Zoe time, she closes her door, politely and diplomatically. You stand behind her door, hand on the knob, eyes desperate to get in.
For the last couple of weeks, you've been saying MAMA clearly, and intentionally, referring to me - MAMA. We love hearing it - especially me.
Your 1 year wellness exam is scheduled for June 23, so update on your growth is to come.
It is hard to believe that exactly a year ago, you became part of our life, and infused it with your beaming smile and fun personality.
I love you,
Mommy
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Where is Echo?
A tiny bird built a nest on one of our hanging flower planters.
She worked diligently, digging a hole and flying back and forth with building supplies.
I lost count of how many times papa and I went to Home Depot... She laid 3 tiny
eggs in the nest, and is keeping them warm. We feel a relief every time we
check the nest and see mama bird’s little beak, and tiny head. We read that
watering the plants could scare of mama bird and she might leave the nest. So
papa will not be watering that planter until the birds are free to fly. I hope
mama bird gets as lucky as me, and her babies thrive.
“Where is Echo? Where is Echo?” I heard the worried voices
of Papa and noona last week while I was in the changing room upstairs. I
stepped out, and there you were, in the bedroom, crawling toward me. You
followed me upstairs, quietly climbed the steep, curving stairs, and found me. You’ve
been following me upstairs ever since. Someone always keeps an eye on you,
including Zoe, just in case you need to be spotted. You are a master stair climber.
Yesterday you took two steps, without help at all! But you
threw yourself on the ground to safety, before you took the 3rd
step. You have strong legs and you stand in perfect balance, but you seem
scared to take steps forward, unless we hold your hand. I think we are very
close to walking. All you need is a little daring.
I’m not sure, but I think you are saying “up” sometimes, when
you want me to lift you up.
We took our first road trip to Whistler, Canada. A beautiful
place, with lake sand mountains, and plenty of family time. You got used to
having access to mama 24/7, and when we returned to our normal lives, we had to
re-adjust. Mama had to go to work, but you wanted mama and mama wanted you. I love holding you. You give the warmest hugs. We lock our eyes and smile at each other. Your smile is wide and bright.
You gave us a health scare on the drive back from Canada and
the day after. You always had a purple mark on your back, the size of a large
blueberry. The doctor said it was likely a birth mark. Sunday morning, when we
changed you for the last time before we hit the road back to Seattle, we noticed
faint marks on your low back. On the drive back, papa and I were very worried
that you had some type of blood disorder that caused you to bruise. Next day, I
got a referral for bloodwork and drove you to the lab in Seattle Children’s
Hospital. Waiting for results is hateful. I called your doctor 3 times, first
to give them a heads up that a report would be sent to them, and so they know
to call me right away. The other two calls were to inquire about the results.
By the 3rd call they got the report, but not the chance to review.
Around 4pm they called me with good news that everything was normal.
Do not scare us anymore.
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Eleven Months!
Baby Echo,
We celebrated your 11-month birthday with Zoe's favorite chocolate cupcake and a mini chocolate cheesecake. To watch your face as you savor the taste of chocolate is priceless.
A few updates on your status:
You are coming up to standing even more easily than before, and looking at us with a meaningful smile, waiting for cheers and applause.
Speaking of applause, you clap your two hands like a master. And of course, look at me with a big smile as you do it. I think you are the happiest baby alive.
When you hear the word poop, you strain "aaaghh" as if pooping, and we all laugh.
Last week you took the jar of butt paste, you strained "aaaghh," and with your finger, you pretended to smear the paste on your crotch.
When you eat something you like, you say nyam nyam nayam, and with your body language you ask for more.
Your nanny, Faith, keeps you busy with activities - story time at the library, sing-along at the book store, playground fun, exploration of flora and fauna at the Greenlake park. Every visit, she brings a fun toy to play with.
You are super funny and mega cute. Here are a couple of pictures to prove it.
Enjoying the sun and the grass on the way to picking up Zoe from school:
Keeping mama company in the kitchen after a bath:
On a family bike ride during the Memorial Day weekend
Love,
Mommy
We celebrated your 11-month birthday with Zoe's favorite chocolate cupcake and a mini chocolate cheesecake. To watch your face as you savor the taste of chocolate is priceless.
A few updates on your status:
You are coming up to standing even more easily than before, and looking at us with a meaningful smile, waiting for cheers and applause.
Speaking of applause, you clap your two hands like a master. And of course, look at me with a big smile as you do it. I think you are the happiest baby alive.
When you hear the word poop, you strain "aaaghh" as if pooping, and we all laugh.
Last week you took the jar of butt paste, you strained "aaaghh," and with your finger, you pretended to smear the paste on your crotch.
When you eat something you like, you say nyam nyam nayam, and with your body language you ask for more.
Your nanny, Faith, keeps you busy with activities - story time at the library, sing-along at the book store, playground fun, exploration of flora and fauna at the Greenlake park. Every visit, she brings a fun toy to play with.
You are super funny and mega cute. Here are a couple of pictures to prove it.
Enjoying the sun and the grass on the way to picking up Zoe from school:
Keeping mama company in the kitchen after a bath:
On a family bike ride during the Memorial Day weekend
Mommy
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Till work do us part
My dear little Echo,
Last three weeks were a dream, with you, under my finger tips, for huggies, kisses, giggles, walks, runs, and snuggles. As I commute to my new job tomorrow, you'll be on my mind, and I'll be sad. As I commute back home, you'll still be on my mind - impatient at red lights, angry at people that aren't in a hurry, and desperate to hold you and make you happy.
I've been trying to make the most out of the time we had together. I made Zoe skip school one day, and when she stayed home because she was sick, we all went to the grocery store and rode the Taxi cart. You both were so happy.
I took you to mommy and baby yoga the other day. Last time we were there it was about nine months ago. You were tiny and light as a feather, barely mobile. Every time I'd lift you up, you'd spit. This time you were like a free range chicken, going anywhere you liked, mostly to me, hanging on to my legs as I moved from pose to pose. I lifted you up in sun salutations, and down in forward bends. I wanted us to have one more special adventure before I disappeared for long hours.
I brought out the retired breast pump, since you are still nursing. We practiced with the sippy cup. You were surprised and amused by the familiar and unexpected taste, and looked at me "what is mama boob doing in here?" It's a big relief that you accepted the milk from the cup.
I'll be nursing you early in the morning and then leave you with two sippy cups of mama milk for my absence, and then I'll come back to you. The routine will continue until you turn one, when it's time to ween. Weening is slow, but I think it will be faster than it was with Zoe. We found a great nanny to be with you two days a week, and nonna will watch you the remaining three. In July, we'll start daycare.
I prepared your breakfast and lunch for tomorrow. I asked Papa to come home at lunch time to spend some time with you, and knowing that he is with you. I'll feel a little better. I hope you lose yourself in play and sleep tomorrow. The weekend is a day away, and it feels far. In a couple of weeks we'll go on vacation, all four of us together.
Love,
Mommy
Last three weeks were a dream, with you, under my finger tips, for huggies, kisses, giggles, walks, runs, and snuggles. As I commute to my new job tomorrow, you'll be on my mind, and I'll be sad. As I commute back home, you'll still be on my mind - impatient at red lights, angry at people that aren't in a hurry, and desperate to hold you and make you happy.
I've been trying to make the most out of the time we had together. I made Zoe skip school one day, and when she stayed home because she was sick, we all went to the grocery store and rode the Taxi cart. You both were so happy.
I took you to mommy and baby yoga the other day. Last time we were there it was about nine months ago. You were tiny and light as a feather, barely mobile. Every time I'd lift you up, you'd spit. This time you were like a free range chicken, going anywhere you liked, mostly to me, hanging on to my legs as I moved from pose to pose. I lifted you up in sun salutations, and down in forward bends. I wanted us to have one more special adventure before I disappeared for long hours.
I brought out the retired breast pump, since you are still nursing. We practiced with the sippy cup. You were surprised and amused by the familiar and unexpected taste, and looked at me "what is mama boob doing in here?" It's a big relief that you accepted the milk from the cup.
I'll be nursing you early in the morning and then leave you with two sippy cups of mama milk for my absence, and then I'll come back to you. The routine will continue until you turn one, when it's time to ween. Weening is slow, but I think it will be faster than it was with Zoe. We found a great nanny to be with you two days a week, and nonna will watch you the remaining three. In July, we'll start daycare.
I prepared your breakfast and lunch for tomorrow. I asked Papa to come home at lunch time to spend some time with you, and knowing that he is with you. I'll feel a little better. I hope you lose yourself in play and sleep tomorrow. The weekend is a day away, and it feels far. In a couple of weeks we'll go on vacation, all four of us together.
Love,
Mommy
Monday, May 11, 2015
Little mechanic
Little Echo,
Your dexterity, which we discovered early on, continues to surprise and amuse us.
You watch our hand moves, as we work on the house, in the kitchen, when putting on makeup, you name it, then you demand the item you have been observing us use, and you imitate our motions. That's not too surprising, since it is in the nature of every child to learn through observation and imitation. It is your ability to replicate the motions accurately and successfully that surprises us. You open and close containers, put smaller items in larger ones, and just figure out how things operate and work together, with few observations.
After bath, I rub lotion on your chubby smooth skin - just another excuse to enjoy my baby. A couple of weeks ago, you insisted to take the lotion bottle, and press the pump. I dispensed a small amount on your hands with reluctance, anticipating the mess that will ensue, and the cleaning I'll have to do... But like a pro, you rubbed the lotion on your leg. I dispensed some more on your other hand, and you repeated the action.
I'm very curious to see where your abilities will take you. I'll be proud of you all the way through.
Love,
Mommy.
Your dexterity, which we discovered early on, continues to surprise and amuse us.
You watch our hand moves, as we work on the house, in the kitchen, when putting on makeup, you name it, then you demand the item you have been observing us use, and you imitate our motions. That's not too surprising, since it is in the nature of every child to learn through observation and imitation. It is your ability to replicate the motions accurately and successfully that surprises us. You open and close containers, put smaller items in larger ones, and just figure out how things operate and work together, with few observations.
After bath, I rub lotion on your chubby smooth skin - just another excuse to enjoy my baby. A couple of weeks ago, you insisted to take the lotion bottle, and press the pump. I dispensed a small amount on your hands with reluctance, anticipating the mess that will ensue, and the cleaning I'll have to do... But like a pro, you rubbed the lotion on your leg. I dispensed some more on your other hand, and you repeated the action.
I'm very curious to see where your abilities will take you. I'll be proud of you all the way through.
Love,
Mommy.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Potty time!
My Echo
About two weeks ago papa and I bit the bullet and drove to
Ikea with a shopping list that has been growing over the past few months. Not
on the list, was a green and white potty. Too early for a 10 month old, but
sooner or later, we would need it, and since we were already, we decided to
grab one, and postpone an unavoidable future visit to Ikea.
While waiting at the Home Delivery line, which was slower
than the checkout line, you tested your potty and liked how it felt.
At home, when you started making your familiar grunts, nonna
Maria suggested that we sit you on your potty, just to get you used to it. Like
a pro, you pushed:
You posed:
You pushed some more, heart in the present, eyes in the future.
Zoe stopped playing with her new dinner set we got her from Ikea, and kept you
company the whole way, encouraging you to charge on.
The experience was more dramatic than the pictures portray. You even lost a sock along the way, although that's far from unusual for you. You leave no sock on your feet and no hat on your head, no matter what the weather is like.
We cheered, and clapped for your success, but instead of joining in our celebration, you were disturbed by the sight of your work, and tried to shun away. But worry not. Since that day, we have been putting you on the potty on and off, and whatever feeling of unease you had hat first time, is all gone. Instead, now we have to insist that you do not touch your poop.
Love, Mommy.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Little things about you
My Dear Little Echo,
I had to travel to San Francisco for a couple of days, and since you are still nursing, we made it a family trip. The weather was gorgeous. The sun was bright just the right amount, and the rays were warm just the right amount. The hotel was a walk away from the facility where I worked, and right across the street was Children's Center - a carousel with horses and chariots, an outdoor playground, grass to roll and run, and most fun of all, the Children's Museum.
As we were planing the trip, we were worried about how papa would entertain two little girls for two full days. Instead, you girls found yourselves in children's paradise full of activities. Kudos to papa for entertaining you, doing scientific projects with Zoe, crafts, dress-up karaoke, Disney store adventures, diaper changes, and meals. While Zoe was having the time of her life through amazing activities, you were enjoying the energy, colors and action around you in your own way.
Every few hours I joined you for half an hour to an hour for feeding and playing. Nursing you is near to impossible when there is something going on. In fact at the hotel room, I ended up hiding inside the small dark closet to remove all stimulus from your area of vision. Alas, the ironing board was there, and you found a way to play with it. In the evening, we all collapsed into the only bed in the hotel room. Reading your body language, I'm sure you said "Oh My God! I can't believe Zoe is sleeping next to me! Let the fun begin!!!" You kept crawling on her, all psyched, and wouldn't let her, or anyone else sleep. We were all tired. So very tired, but enjoyed your funny reaction.
I know you won't remember the little things we do, but you will know how much you are loved by everyone in our little family.
You love being in the bath tub with Zoe, so we throw you in together. Zoe holds you to make sure you don't drawn. When it's time to rinse her, she panics, screams, because refuses to let go. I tell her I will hold you. She makes me promise not to let go.
The other day we noticed you were chewing on something. Before we could figure out what it was, Zoe, quick as lightning, shoved her little fingers in your mouth and pulled out a shiny piece of chocolate wrapping paper.
You slammed my glass off the table with your Herculean arms. When Papa and I rushed to clear the pieces of glass, Papa asked Zoe to move you away. She immediately grabbed you from behind, lifted you up, and dragged you away from the scene.
I get on my knees and start crawling. You see me, and start crawling toward me, laughing. We head toward each other, butt heads, and hug.
Your little mouth houses five teeth that create an adorable asymmetrical smile.
I love you.
Mommy
I had to travel to San Francisco for a couple of days, and since you are still nursing, we made it a family trip. The weather was gorgeous. The sun was bright just the right amount, and the rays were warm just the right amount. The hotel was a walk away from the facility where I worked, and right across the street was Children's Center - a carousel with horses and chariots, an outdoor playground, grass to roll and run, and most fun of all, the Children's Museum.
As we were planing the trip, we were worried about how papa would entertain two little girls for two full days. Instead, you girls found yourselves in children's paradise full of activities. Kudos to papa for entertaining you, doing scientific projects with Zoe, crafts, dress-up karaoke, Disney store adventures, diaper changes, and meals. While Zoe was having the time of her life through amazing activities, you were enjoying the energy, colors and action around you in your own way.
Every few hours I joined you for half an hour to an hour for feeding and playing. Nursing you is near to impossible when there is something going on. In fact at the hotel room, I ended up hiding inside the small dark closet to remove all stimulus from your area of vision. Alas, the ironing board was there, and you found a way to play with it. In the evening, we all collapsed into the only bed in the hotel room. Reading your body language, I'm sure you said "Oh My God! I can't believe Zoe is sleeping next to me! Let the fun begin!!!" You kept crawling on her, all psyched, and wouldn't let her, or anyone else sleep. We were all tired. So very tired, but enjoyed your funny reaction.
I know you won't remember the little things we do, but you will know how much you are loved by everyone in our little family.
You love being in the bath tub with Zoe, so we throw you in together. Zoe holds you to make sure you don't drawn. When it's time to rinse her, she panics, screams, because refuses to let go. I tell her I will hold you. She makes me promise not to let go.
The other day we noticed you were chewing on something. Before we could figure out what it was, Zoe, quick as lightning, shoved her little fingers in your mouth and pulled out a shiny piece of chocolate wrapping paper.
You slammed my glass off the table with your Herculean arms. When Papa and I rushed to clear the pieces of glass, Papa asked Zoe to move you away. She immediately grabbed you from behind, lifted you up, and dragged you away from the scene.
I get on my knees and start crawling. You see me, and start crawling toward me, laughing. We head toward each other, butt heads, and hug.
Your little mouth houses five teeth that create an adorable asymmetrical smile.
I love you.
Mommy
Thursday, March 19, 2015
You are nine months old!
My dearest little Echo,You are 9 months old!
-You wave at people when you see them pass by. It's the cutest sight, and makes everyone smile.
-You drink water from a sippy cup, holding it with one or two hands, at will. I haven't figured out whether your intent is to drink the water, or to chew on the nipple, but either way, water flows into your mouth, and you like it.
-You might be a world record holder in speed crawling. When you hear Zoe, or see something you like, you zoooom like the wind.
-When I nurse you, if I don't sing, you hit my mouth with your little hand until I do.
-Progress on feeding has been slow. You are not crazy about mushed food, and you don't like finger food with soft texture, like steamed carrots, strawberries, potatoes, or soft anythings. So feeding you isn't easy. You need to be really really hungry to be willing to eat things that suit a toothless mouth. You like hard textures - carrots, apples, cucumbers, cheerios and crackers. You also like bread. When I'm desperate, I resort to plain yogurt, which you really like.
We had your 9-month checkup today. You are fantastic in every way, except that your weight gain slowed down. We assign it to your long lasting congestion, and to your picky eating habits. You've been congested for about a month. We went to the doctor 3 times, but your nose is still stuffy and runny. But things are slowly improving. The beginning was the toughest, and the only way to sleep was sitting up. I'd lean against pillows, and cradle you to sleep on my chest. You got used to the arrangement, and since then, almost every night, you wake up, look around with your usual smile, and climb on my chest, so you can sleep using me as your mattress.
Your specs:
Height: 72cm - 75th percentile
Weight: 7.79kg - about 20th percentile
Head circumference: I don't have the numbers, but your little head has been growing nicely.
Other changes in life:
-I started taking you to a child care facility a few hours a week. I work at the cafe upstairs, while you play downstairs in the kids room. The teachers love you and carry you around/
-Grandmother Nine went back home, and Nonna came to take her place. You like snuggling against her chest when you are tired.
Monday, February 23, 2015
Coming to standing, first hike, and other excitements
My little butterfly
The transition from crawling to standing happened fast. It was February 14. Just days before you turned 8 months. I turned my head from kitchen chores to look how you're doing and "hiiiii" I held my breath. I couldn't believe my eyes. You pulled yourself up against the little treasure chest, and as usual, aware of your achievement, carried that proud smile of yours, all beaming with satisfaction.
When I hold your hands while you are up on your feet, you bounce up and down. You're a good jumper.
You also went on your first hike - up a mountain called the Little Si - on papa's back, and down on mine, because Zoe took your place on papa's shoulders, after having climbed up the whole way with energy and no complaints. Our dinosaur son Buddy also came along.
You are still crazy about Zoe. Wherever she is, you want to be. You like grabbing her, and if she is watching a show on the tablet, you go crazy. You want to touch her and every part of the tablet. You pause the shows, switch screens, and get Zoe very frustrated. So I hold your arms, you protest or eventually escape, Zoe can't hear her show, gets frustrated, I find another entertainment for you. You two are so cute together. She calls you adorachub.
When I read Zoe a bedtime book, you crawl all the way to her room, wave one hand in greeting, put that hand down, lift the other one to waive again, smile, and join us. Lately you've been observing and processing the context in which people wave to each other, and practicing. No language has a word that expresses my love for you. I didn't know that second time around would be so special.
Love,
Mommy
The transition from crawling to standing happened fast. It was February 14. Just days before you turned 8 months. I turned my head from kitchen chores to look how you're doing and "hiiiii" I held my breath. I couldn't believe my eyes. You pulled yourself up against the little treasure chest, and as usual, aware of your achievement, carried that proud smile of yours, all beaming with satisfaction.
You also went on your first hike - up a mountain called the Little Si - on papa's back, and down on mine, because Zoe took your place on papa's shoulders, after having climbed up the whole way with energy and no complaints. Our dinosaur son Buddy also came along.
You are still crazy about Zoe. Wherever she is, you want to be. You like grabbing her, and if she is watching a show on the tablet, you go crazy. You want to touch her and every part of the tablet. You pause the shows, switch screens, and get Zoe very frustrated. So I hold your arms, you protest or eventually escape, Zoe can't hear her show, gets frustrated, I find another entertainment for you. You two are so cute together. She calls you adorachub.
Love,
Mommy
Monday, February 9, 2015
A week in crawling
The temptation to move about was in you within weeks after birth. First there was frustration, from seeing others move, and your own inability to get anywhere. Then you started rolling like a hot dog, which son was replaced by an amphibian-like move which was a mix of swimming and sliding on the ground.
Two weeks ago, true crawling efforts became obvious. And last week, the crawl master Echo declared her freedom to go anywhere her heart desired, each day adding more milage to her expeditions. Now we have to remember to keep the door to the basement closed, because the curious little you want to go there too.
Your wish to stand up on your feet is manifesting itself stronger than ever. When I attempt to sit you on the floor, you're pushing the ground strongly with your little feet, and are working hard to pull yourself up. With some fine tuning, standing up is in the near future. One of your favorite places to run off to, is the dollhouse in Zoe's room, with all the tiny colorful objects, so tempting to chew on and choke. So we are all vigilant when you get there. Including Zoe.
Love, Mommy.
Two weeks ago, true crawling efforts became obvious. And last week, the crawl master Echo declared her freedom to go anywhere her heart desired, each day adding more milage to her expeditions. Now we have to remember to keep the door to the basement closed, because the curious little you want to go there too.
Your wish to stand up on your feet is manifesting itself stronger than ever. When I attempt to sit you on the floor, you're pushing the ground strongly with your little feet, and are working hard to pull yourself up. With some fine tuning, standing up is in the near future. One of your favorite places to run off to, is the dollhouse in Zoe's room, with all the tiny colorful objects, so tempting to chew on and choke. So we are all vigilant when you get there. Including Zoe.
Love, Mommy.
Monday, January 19, 2015
Sitting up and other fun stuff
Baby Echo,
On Jan 17, a day before you turned 7 months, you mastered sitting. You've been flipping and rolling, coming to fours, doing the side angle, tripoding and falling, but not quite sitting and chilling. Then you propped yourself on your but and watched your sister, like you always do - with excitement and adoration. You'very been coming to a seated position since, at your will.
Our new game: I bounce you up and down in the air, landing on my belly, as I sing "mama's belly is a trampoline, trampoline... mama's belly is a trampoline, you bounce high!" Again, again, and again we bounce since you ask for more with your legs, head and smile.
You are going through a physical and cognitive breakthrough. We see it in the way you move and look around, although you always carried a look of a kid clever and older.
You love oranges and tangerines. You such the juice out of the wedges until nothing but skin is left, and you love mama. I love you too.
Mommy.
On Jan 17, a day before you turned 7 months, you mastered sitting. You've been flipping and rolling, coming to fours, doing the side angle, tripoding and falling, but not quite sitting and chilling. Then you propped yourself on your but and watched your sister, like you always do - with excitement and adoration. You'very been coming to a seated position since, at your will.
Our new game: I bounce you up and down in the air, landing on my belly, as I sing "mama's belly is a trampoline, trampoline... mama's belly is a trampoline, you bounce high!" Again, again, and again we bounce since you ask for more with your legs, head and smile.
You are going through a physical and cognitive breakthrough. We see it in the way you move and look around, although you always carried a look of a kid clever and older.
You love oranges and tangerines. You such the juice out of the wedges until nothing but skin is left, and you love mama. I love you too.
Mommy.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Six-month checkup
Baby Echo,
I consistently fall behind on updates about your life. So is the fate of a second born to a working mom. On the other hand, every ounce of time I find, I spend it with you, than in the solitude of a blog entry. Only when you sleep, do I make time.
That is my justification of delayed news, though when you grow up, I doubt you'll need justification, because you know you are loved. I see it when you turn your ear toward my footsteps, in your arms and legs kicking the air, ready to dart toward me, and in your bright smile watching me come close.
Last week was your 6-month checkup. Here are your new specs:
Weight: 15lb 3oz(6.9 kg).
Height: 26" (66 cm) I think the nurse measured wrong. We'll have an update in your 9 month checkup.
Head circumference: 16"
Vaccines: All up to date.
I think your nurse hates her life, and it shows in the way she vaccinates.
You are still a thumb sucker, though not as much, you barely spit anymore, you continue nursing like a little cub, you experiment with different foods at dinner time and you scream when you are sleepy but don't want to fall trap to it while we are all up and partying. Similarly your sister Zoe won't go to bed as long as you are up. So nights are long, and the time papa and I are supposed to have to
ourselves are dominated by you two. We've created two monsters.
Love,
Mommy
I consistently fall behind on updates about your life. So is the fate of a second born to a working mom. On the other hand, every ounce of time I find, I spend it with you, than in the solitude of a blog entry. Only when you sleep, do I make time.
That is my justification of delayed news, though when you grow up, I doubt you'll need justification, because you know you are loved. I see it when you turn your ear toward my footsteps, in your arms and legs kicking the air, ready to dart toward me, and in your bright smile watching me come close.
Last week was your 6-month checkup. Here are your new specs:
Weight: 15lb 3oz(6.9 kg).
Height: 26" (66 cm) I think the nurse measured wrong. We'll have an update in your 9 month checkup.
Head circumference: 16"
Vaccines: All up to date.
I think your nurse hates her life, and it shows in the way she vaccinates.
You are still a thumb sucker, though not as much, you barely spit anymore, you continue nursing like a little cub, you experiment with different foods at dinner time and you scream when you are sleepy but don't want to fall trap to it while we are all up and partying. Similarly your sister Zoe won't go to bed as long as you are up. So nights are long, and the time papa and I are supposed to have to
ourselves are dominated by you two. We've created two monsters.
Love,
Mommy
Monday, December 15, 2014
First Teeth
We were having brunch at Salmon Bay Cafe yesterday. You were on my lap, all smiles, as usual. There they were. Two tiny pearls peaking out of your lower gums. Barely visible, but there. I saw them, papa saw them, Zoe saw them.
I love you.
Mommy
I love you.
Mommy
Friday, December 5, 2014
Waiting for yogurt
My Little Echo,
Family dinner time is no longer nursing time. You watch the plates, you watch the mouths moving as you move yours. you get excited, moving forward, arms and legs in the air, noises of rebellion coming from your mouth. I turn you to the boob, but you push away, angry and turn your head back at the table.
We bring in yogurt in a little cup and a tiny spoon, and you eat and eat. At first, you didn't like yogurt. We tried different yogurt brands and found one that you like. you didn't know to open your mouth or to swallow. Then you wanted to eat, but didn't know what to make of a spoon. you licked the yogurt like a little kitten. One day you figured out to open your mouth. If I pause for a moment to feed myself or for whatever reason, you get upset, even red in the face and lean forward for more, until the little cup is empty. Zoe comes to give you a few spoons a well. She likes feeding her little sister.
We also tested a few other foods, but for now, we'll stick to yogurt for a couple of weeks.
Your first food, though, are apples. When I eat apples,you want some too. I hold it for you and you suck it like a popsicle. But I think apples make you constipated, so we are going easy on that.
I love you so, my little one.
Mommy
Family dinner time is no longer nursing time. You watch the plates, you watch the mouths moving as you move yours. you get excited, moving forward, arms and legs in the air, noises of rebellion coming from your mouth. I turn you to the boob, but you push away, angry and turn your head back at the table.
We bring in yogurt in a little cup and a tiny spoon, and you eat and eat. At first, you didn't like yogurt. We tried different yogurt brands and found one that you like. you didn't know to open your mouth or to swallow. Then you wanted to eat, but didn't know what to make of a spoon. you licked the yogurt like a little kitten. One day you figured out to open your mouth. If I pause for a moment to feed myself or for whatever reason, you get upset, even red in the face and lean forward for more, until the little cup is empty. Zoe comes to give you a few spoons a well. She likes feeding her little sister.
We also tested a few other foods, but for now, we'll stick to yogurt for a couple of weeks.
Your first food, though, are apples. When I eat apples,you want some too. I hold it for you and you suck it like a popsicle. But I think apples make you constipated, so we are going easy on that.
I love you so, my little one.
Mommy
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Las Vegas baby
My little traveler,
I had to fly to Las Vegas for work, and you, my little Echo, is still nursing. So you came along, and so did Nine Roza, to take care of you. You spent the day at the Venetian, strolling along the casinos - not gambling though -
and Venice themed halls with
high end shops along canals, and blue Mediterranean sky - indoors. You and nine explored while I worked, so at break time, you two took me to a place worth seeing - the Grand Canal Walk. We sat at the piazza and had gelato and coffee, overlooking the canal, as the gondola men sang. The coffee was drip, the gelato was anything else but. But we were together, and you were happy, and that's all that mattered.
At feeding times I ran down long corridors to meet you at the same spot each meal. Feeding you was tough. You were fascinated by the crowd, colors and sounds, and did not want to tuck your head and nurse. Since we had only a few minutes before I had to go back to work, Nine and I were nervous, worried about the wait time until the next feeding.
Most of the time things worked out. The second night no one was in the room when I came back. I called Nine, but her phone rang in the room. Where can they be, I thought, worried, telling myself there is nothing to worry about. I ran down the hallway - that's what I did most during the Vegas trip - took the elevator down and zoomed to the big lobby, eyes, browsing left, right, far and near, until I spotted the green stroller and Nine, pushing it back and forth, so you calm down. Turns out you had a crying fit. Hunger maybe? We went upstairs to nurse, and you were jolly as a clam, awake, with no intent to sleep.
I was glad and relieved when all was over, and it was time to head to the airport. We were lucky and I was thankful that Nine was there with her patience, love, and dedication.
Love,
Mommy
I had to fly to Las Vegas for work, and you, my little Echo, is still nursing. So you came along, and so did Nine Roza, to take care of you. You spent the day at the Venetian, strolling along the casinos - not gambling though -
and Venice themed halls with
Most of the time things worked out. The second night no one was in the room when I came back. I called Nine, but her phone rang in the room. Where can they be, I thought, worried, telling myself there is nothing to worry about. I ran down the hallway - that's what I did most during the Vegas trip - took the elevator down and zoomed to the big lobby, eyes, browsing left, right, far and near, until I spotted the green stroller and Nine, pushing it back and forth, so you calm down. Turns out you had a crying fit. Hunger maybe? We went upstairs to nurse, and you were jolly as a clam, awake, with no intent to sleep.
I was glad and relieved when all was over, and it was time to head to the airport. We were lucky and I was thankful that Nine was there with her patience, love, and dedication.
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, November 6, 2014
First day without you grandfater
My Dear Echo,
When you first met Dede, you cried. Then you saw that I was smiling. You shifted your gaze between me and him, trying to decide on an emotion. You ultimately settled on a smile, which you carried for him until his departure. And with that, you made him very happy, and very sad, when it was time for him to leave.
You went on walks at the park, looked out the window, one of your favorite pass times, played, had conversations, and when you finally fell tired, Dede's shoulder mad ea pretty good bed.
You, my dear little baby, are very easy to love. I miss you while you are napping. I can't imagine how it's like to part from you indefinitely.
Love,
Mommy
When you first met Dede, you cried. Then you saw that I was smiling. You shifted your gaze between me and him, trying to decide on an emotion. You ultimately settled on a smile, which you carried for him until his departure. And with that, you made him very happy, and very sad, when it was time for him to leave.
You went on walks at the park, looked out the window, one of your favorite pass times, played, had conversations, and when you finally fell tired, Dede's shoulder mad ea pretty good bed.
You, my dear little baby, are very easy to love. I miss you while you are napping. I can't imagine how it's like to part from you indefinitely.
Love,
Mommy
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Your first fever
My lovely little girl,
The bug hit Papa first, then Zoe, then you. You were a little more willing to sleep, more mellow, less hungry, albeit as smiley. It was hard to tell if you were coming down with something. Late at night, I woke up and you were warm. The famous butt temperature showed fever, but not high enough to go to the emergency room. By 6am you were warmer, so I waited until the doctor's office opened, and went first thing, without appointment. They saw you.
You were sweet, as always. You don't like the sound of the paper sheet on the examination bed. She said you could have infant Tylenol, and nothing else. You slept on Dede's shoulder, who's come from Istanbul to meet you,and to see Zoe. Nine Roza has been bundling you even more. She is always cold, and thinks everyone feels the same. Your fever went down, but the congestion has not left, which makes nursing frustrating for you, and worrisome for me. We've been trying saline and fresh air. I think this afternoon you started breathing a little more easily.
We are here to take care of you, little lovely creature.
Love,
Mommy
The bug hit Papa first, then Zoe, then you. You were a little more willing to sleep, more mellow, less hungry, albeit as smiley. It was hard to tell if you were coming down with something. Late at night, I woke up and you were warm. The famous butt temperature showed fever, but not high enough to go to the emergency room. By 6am you were warmer, so I waited until the doctor's office opened, and went first thing, without appointment. They saw you.
You were sweet, as always. You don't like the sound of the paper sheet on the examination bed. She said you could have infant Tylenol, and nothing else. You slept on Dede's shoulder, who's come from Istanbul to meet you,and to see Zoe. Nine Roza has been bundling you even more. She is always cold, and thinks everyone feels the same. Your fever went down, but the congestion has not left, which makes nursing frustrating for you, and worrisome for me. We've been trying saline and fresh air. I think this afternoon you started breathing a little more easily.
We are here to take care of you, little lovely creature.
Love,
Mommy
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
You are four months old!
My lovely girl!
You are four months old! At
64cm height,
6.26kg weight,
39cm head circumference,
you are a beautiful little happiness.
You have grown a lot. You are grabbing things intentionally, flipping over, loving mama, and still, smiling long and wide with joyful eyes. Nursing takes longer, because you are already interested in anything else around. You love gazing out the windows, looking at the sky, and the leaves and branches that dance in the wind. Your sister Zoe loves to snuggle with you and you love being around her. But after a few minutes in bed, you start making sounds of discomfort.
At Zoe's bedtime - a battle that lasts for multiple hours - papa or I read a book, and you too, listen.
We put out a similar battle for your bed time as well, switching between nursing, bouncing, walking, spitting...You two were not made for sleep. Once you are a bit older, our plan is to read the two of you a book and leave you in one of the bedrooms together. You can sleep, chat or party all night together.
Love,
Mommy
You are four months old! At
64cm height,
6.26kg weight,
39cm head circumference,
you are a beautiful little happiness.
You have grown a lot. You are grabbing things intentionally, flipping over, loving mama, and still, smiling long and wide with joyful eyes. Nursing takes longer, because you are already interested in anything else around. You love gazing out the windows, looking at the sky, and the leaves and branches that dance in the wind. Your sister Zoe loves to snuggle with you and you love being around her. But after a few minutes in bed, you start making sounds of discomfort.
At Zoe's bedtime - a battle that lasts for multiple hours - papa or I read a book, and you too, listen.
We put out a similar battle for your bed time as well, switching between nursing, bouncing, walking, spitting...You two were not made for sleep. Once you are a bit older, our plan is to read the two of you a book and leave you in one of the bedrooms together. You can sleep, chat or party all night together.
Love,
Mommy
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Working girls
Dear Baby Echo,
Last week we were all busy working. There were work related events all week in multiple locations in downtown Seattle, and we had to come up with ways to keep you fed.
In the weeks leading to the events, we tried multiple times getting you to use the bottle, and every attempt ended in failure. These were full day events, and the little you, cannot stay away from mama's boobs for longer than 3 hours. So each day, you, me and Nine Roza headed out to downtown together. We left in the wee hours of the morning, and still got stuck in traffic. I made sure you nursed right before we left the house, and as soon as we reached downtown, if you were awake. Then Nine and I synced to meet every few hours at a specific location for nursing and diaper changing as the day progressed. In between feedings, she walked around town with you in the stroller, sat at coffee shops to bounce you up and down for entertainment - like your sister Zoe, you too aren't a sleeper, so we need to come up with continuous activities to keep you engaged. If we bore you, you get angry. Otherwise, you keep on smiling.
Some meeting locations were far apart, and Nine couldn't come all the way, so papa took time off from work and swapped with Nine. He sat at a cafe right across from my location, and when it was time, I rushed down, ran across the street, held your excited little body, and the feeding started. When we were done, I passed you back to dad, and zoomed back up. Same with nine, the same scene repeated every few hours. Sometimes you were ok when I came down, sometimes you were crying of hunger, which made me feel terrible.
The first feeding was a learning experience. I ran down to meet Nine, fed you, and ran back up to a meeting. When I came down for the second time, I noticed that my nursing bra flap was open, dangling down. The shame, the embarrassment, I didn't want to go back up to face the people. I was wearing a light ivory shirt, and had hard time believing that people didn't notice the open flap and the nipple. Nine consoled me by saying that the chest pocket of my shirt must have concealed things, but I can't be sure. From than on I made sure the bra was snapped properly.
Overall, it was super stressful. We all coordinated, cooperated and were happy when the week was over.
Love,
Mommy
Last week we were all busy working. There were work related events all week in multiple locations in downtown Seattle, and we had to come up with ways to keep you fed.
In the weeks leading to the events, we tried multiple times getting you to use the bottle, and every attempt ended in failure. These were full day events, and the little you, cannot stay away from mama's boobs for longer than 3 hours. So each day, you, me and Nine Roza headed out to downtown together. We left in the wee hours of the morning, and still got stuck in traffic. I made sure you nursed right before we left the house, and as soon as we reached downtown, if you were awake. Then Nine and I synced to meet every few hours at a specific location for nursing and diaper changing as the day progressed. In between feedings, she walked around town with you in the stroller, sat at coffee shops to bounce you up and down for entertainment - like your sister Zoe, you too aren't a sleeper, so we need to come up with continuous activities to keep you engaged. If we bore you, you get angry. Otherwise, you keep on smiling.
Some meeting locations were far apart, and Nine couldn't come all the way, so papa took time off from work and swapped with Nine. He sat at a cafe right across from my location, and when it was time, I rushed down, ran across the street, held your excited little body, and the feeding started. When we were done, I passed you back to dad, and zoomed back up. Same with nine, the same scene repeated every few hours. Sometimes you were ok when I came down, sometimes you were crying of hunger, which made me feel terrible.
The first feeding was a learning experience. I ran down to meet Nine, fed you, and ran back up to a meeting. When I came down for the second time, I noticed that my nursing bra flap was open, dangling down. The shame, the embarrassment, I didn't want to go back up to face the people. I was wearing a light ivory shirt, and had hard time believing that people didn't notice the open flap and the nipple. Nine consoled me by saying that the chest pocket of my shirt must have concealed things, but I can't be sure. From than on I made sure the bra was snapped properly.
Overall, it was super stressful. We all coordinated, cooperated and were happy when the week was over.
Love,
Mommy
Monday, September 29, 2014
Flip
Today you flipped over! You've been turning to your side for a while now. Today, when you woke up from a nap, you flipped over to your back. Nine Roza wondered if I flipped you, but to be sure, she came upstairs where I was working, and asked. I ran downstairs to your room, and as a proud mama, I took pictures of your smiley face.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Little Echo is 3 months old
My tiny Echo,
Nine says that I treat you as though I had a baby for the very first time. That's exactly how I feel. Having had our Zoe first, didn't diminish my excitement or my love. I adore you. That is the word. I look forward to your happy smile, your gaze, your ever moving legs. I look forward to holding you, lifting you and kissing you all over. You are a happy baby. But I like to think that you are even happier when you see me. I took a job that allowed me to work from home, so I can be with you more. I'm grateful that I can nurse you and bounce you during the day. Still, I feel the right thing to do is to spend all day together. I want to see you crawl and walk, but I don't want you to grow. But you will. And until then, I want to enjoy every bit of you.
As a second born, you don't get to taste undivided attention that first borns do. It makes me a little sad that even when nursing, I don't always sing to you or talk to you, because I also want to pay attention to your sister Zoe, if she is in the room. On the other hand, when we are all together, you lock your gaze on Zoe. You open your eyes and mouth wide, in a smile of amazement, evidently fascinated by her presence and energy.
Today you are three months old. You look and act older. You are about 5.5 kilos and about 55cm.
And you started flipping to your side already.
Tonight we'll have some cupcakes or chocolates to celebrate your 3 month long life and Zoe's sisterhood. I want the months to pass fast, as reassurance that you are prospering, and I want them to pass slow. I love you, my little honey bee. Welcome to my life.
Mommy
Nine says that I treat you as though I had a baby for the very first time. That's exactly how I feel. Having had our Zoe first, didn't diminish my excitement or my love. I adore you. That is the word. I look forward to your happy smile, your gaze, your ever moving legs. I look forward to holding you, lifting you and kissing you all over. You are a happy baby. But I like to think that you are even happier when you see me. I took a job that allowed me to work from home, so I can be with you more. I'm grateful that I can nurse you and bounce you during the day. Still, I feel the right thing to do is to spend all day together. I want to see you crawl and walk, but I don't want you to grow. But you will. And until then, I want to enjoy every bit of you.
As a second born, you don't get to taste undivided attention that first borns do. It makes me a little sad that even when nursing, I don't always sing to you or talk to you, because I also want to pay attention to your sister Zoe, if she is in the room. On the other hand, when we are all together, you lock your gaze on Zoe. You open your eyes and mouth wide, in a smile of amazement, evidently fascinated by her presence and energy.
Today you are three months old. You look and act older. You are about 5.5 kilos and about 55cm.
And you started flipping to your side already.
Tonight we'll have some cupcakes or chocolates to celebrate your 3 month long life and Zoe's sisterhood. I want the months to pass fast, as reassurance that you are prospering, and I want them to pass slow. I love you, my little honey bee. Welcome to my life.
Mommy
Monday, September 8, 2014
Your first camping trip
My Dear Echo,
This weekend we went on our first family camping trip. More like a low-cost hotel stay than a union with nature. With Zoe not wanting to hike and getting easily bored, and you spitting so much, going all natural would have been unpleasant. We picked a campground with bathrooms, a pool and a laundromat, about 2 miles outside the "Bavarian" town of Leavenworth, created by non-Bavarian Americans.
Nights in the tent were cold. With one warm sleeping bag and two thermal pads, we took turns as needed, and snuggled tightly to keep each other toasty. Twisting in the narrow bag for nursing required skill which we acquired on the go.
This weekend we went on our first family camping trip. More like a low-cost hotel stay than a union with nature. With Zoe not wanting to hike and getting easily bored, and you spitting so much, going all natural would have been unpleasant. We picked a campground with bathrooms, a pool and a laundromat, about 2 miles outside the "Bavarian" town of Leavenworth, created by non-Bavarian Americans.
Nights in the tent were cold. With one warm sleeping bag and two thermal pads, we took turns as needed, and snuggled tightly to keep each other toasty. Twisting in the narrow bag for nursing required skill which we acquired on the go.
Days were hot... We played games and told stories to entertain your sister Zoe, and longed for the peaceful moment to sit back on the lounge chairs, overlooking the river, and sip a glass of wine.
We walked down to the river with clear waters ice cold from melted snow and giant round rocks decorating the shores. Zoe dipped her legs, and papa and I went for a quick swim. Next time you will go in as well.
I love holding you and making you smile.
On the drive back home you cried. I think you are having hard time falling asleep without nursing. So I moved to the back seat and nursed you, hoping that a police car would not drive by.
Your sister watched a video of a little boy protecting his baby sister. Now she thinks it is her responsibility to protect you. It's very cute to listen to her talk about it. I tell her that it is also your responsibility to protect her.
Love,
Mommy
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Achievements
My Little Echo,
August 19, 2014. I looked over the green play mat where you were napping, and saw your little body propped up on elbows and lower arms. Your little head, with your big eyes moved from side to side, observing your surroundings. This is a big achievement for a two-month old little girl.
You poop only once or twice a day, but it's big and pressurized.When it's out, it makes you smile. Usually it stains your onesie and the car seat, if you are in it. Last week, you pooped while on your changing table, and it shot two feet far, hitting papa's hand, and from there, it bounced onto your crib and the floor.
You started reaching to things with your dainty hands. You try to hold my hands so I lift you up on your feet. today I was making funny sounds with my mouth. You focused with laser eyes on my lips, lifted your hand and caught my lips, to understand what they were doing.
The days of peaceful Echo are behind. You are still smiley and sweet, but you are up and awake and ready to play. You don't want to be left alone, and if I'm late at feeding you, you get angry and yell "Aeh!" I don't know if you can't sleep or resist sleep. Nine (she came to visit us and take care of you while I work) says that I don't let you sleep. I disagree. I just don't want to force you to sleep if you want to be awake and have fun with mama. I want to stimulate your shiny big eyes, and smart little brain, and I want to see that trusting wide smile - not pictured in the photo below, with Nine and sister Zoe.
Love,
Mommy
August 19, 2014. I looked over the green play mat where you were napping, and saw your little body propped up on elbows and lower arms. Your little head, with your big eyes moved from side to side, observing your surroundings. This is a big achievement for a two-month old little girl.
You poop only once or twice a day, but it's big and pressurized.When it's out, it makes you smile. Usually it stains your onesie and the car seat, if you are in it. Last week, you pooped while on your changing table, and it shot two feet far, hitting papa's hand, and from there, it bounced onto your crib and the floor.
You started reaching to things with your dainty hands. You try to hold my hands so I lift you up on your feet. today I was making funny sounds with my mouth. You focused with laser eyes on my lips, lifted your hand and caught my lips, to understand what they were doing.
The days of peaceful Echo are behind. You are still smiley and sweet, but you are up and awake and ready to play. You don't want to be left alone, and if I'm late at feeding you, you get angry and yell "Aeh!" I don't know if you can't sleep or resist sleep. Nine (she came to visit us and take care of you while I work) says that I don't let you sleep. I disagree. I just don't want to force you to sleep if you want to be awake and have fun with mama. I want to stimulate your shiny big eyes, and smart little brain, and I want to see that trusting wide smile - not pictured in the photo below, with Nine and sister Zoe.
Love,
Mommy
Friday, August 15, 2014
You are older than you are
My Dear Echo,
You shared your first smile when you were one week old. It was a conscious smile, intended for me. Within a week or two, you started imitating my face - you stuck your tongue out, as you watched me stick out mine. You pursed your lips into a kiss, as you watched me do the same:
You are happiest when you push yourself up to standing with our support. You look down at your legs with a smile of achievement that's different than your other smiles, and then, into our eyes. We can tell you're proud of yourself, and you feel even more proud as you notice our amazement and congratulatory remarks. You're not even 2 months old.
You also started "talking" to me with consistent sounds. I reply with regular language, and so we carry a conversation only a baby and mommy can share.
You are calm, so you give yourself a chance to observe your surroundings, quiet, and with eyes wide open - your eyes are so big! - and you are amazed at what you see. We wonder what crosses through your mind.
You are too young for all this.
Wherever I go, people from every age and gender stop me and comment on on you. "You probably hear this all the time, but you have the cutest baby." "Your baby is adorable." "Aww, so cute." "She looks so grown up." "She is so alert." In return, you give them your beaming smile.
You had a rough day yesterday, with 4 vaccines. 3 shots in the legs and 1 drop in the mouth. You were sleepy, a little cranky, and had some fever. It's hard to be a baby. But you made it through. My lovely little girl.
Kiss,
Mommy
You shared your first smile when you were one week old. It was a conscious smile, intended for me. Within a week or two, you started imitating my face - you stuck your tongue out, as you watched me stick out mine. You pursed your lips into a kiss, as you watched me do the same:
You are happiest when you push yourself up to standing with our support. You look down at your legs with a smile of achievement that's different than your other smiles, and then, into our eyes. We can tell you're proud of yourself, and you feel even more proud as you notice our amazement and congratulatory remarks. You're not even 2 months old.
You also started "talking" to me with consistent sounds. I reply with regular language, and so we carry a conversation only a baby and mommy can share.
You are calm, so you give yourself a chance to observe your surroundings, quiet, and with eyes wide open - your eyes are so big! - and you are amazed at what you see. We wonder what crosses through your mind.
You are too young for all this.
Wherever I go, people from every age and gender stop me and comment on on you. "You probably hear this all the time, but you have the cutest baby." "Your baby is adorable." "Aww, so cute." "She looks so grown up." "She is so alert." In return, you give them your beaming smile.
You had a rough day yesterday, with 4 vaccines. 3 shots in the legs and 1 drop in the mouth. You were sleepy, a little cranky, and had some fever. It's hard to be a baby. But you made it through. My lovely little girl.
Kiss,
Mommy
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Welcome to the world, Echo
My Echo,
We've been waiting for you to complete our family. You kept us waiting for three extra days, and those felt like weeks. I was worried that you'd be too big to come out easily, your dad wanted to meet you already, and your sister was getting sad that her baby and playmate was not here yet. When you did decide to arrive, you came quickly and quietly.
A sunny June 18 after days of rain. I was on the couch, surfing and casually timing the contractions I've been feeling for the last 2-3 weeks. "Not strong enough for labor" I thought. Following that thought, an unfamiliar pop and painful wetness. My water never broke with your sister, so I was totally unprepared for this horrible sensation. "Not on the carpet" I whispered in my head, and dragged myself on my knees to the hardwood floor. The phone was left miles away on the couch, and knew papa might not hear it ring as he was picking up Zoe from school on the bike.
Doctors tell you to time your contractions to know how close you are to delivery. But once you have given birth, you know from the degree of pain how close you are to the end, and I knew I had no time. Before this moment, I told myself that if I can't reach dad, or if he is farther away, I'll just suck it up and drive myself to the hospital. Crouched on the floor, that was not going to happen. I reached for the phone and pressed the single button it takes to dial dad, hating the traffic that must have trapped him. "Is it time?" he said as soon as he picked up the phone. "Yes, how far are you?" "We're very close" he said, and I heard the garage door open.
Something stressful about driving to a hospital during rush hour traffic. Thirty minutes later we were at the hospital door. 60 minutes later, at 7:11PM Pacific time, you were in my arms. "Mom! A baby just came out of your snooch!" your sister declared. "She is so small,"I said,several times, worried. "Is she preemie size?" I asked. "She is just fine," they said. I had hard time believing. 'Is she breathing?" I asked? "Yes" they said. "Why is she not crying?" I asked. "Why is the doctor not smacking her?" I thought. Nobody seemed to understand why I was worried. You looked so small and you were so quiet. Why didn't you cry? Only in the next few days, as I got to know you I understood... You are just a peaceful baby. Your presence sooths me. I'm so lucky that you are mine.
Papa and I were surprised that only after a few minutes, you opened your eyes. you looked like a mini human who's been through life. We positioned you on my chest, and you nursed for two long hours until the nurse came to take your vitals.
You were born 6lb 12oz (3.65kg) and 19.5 inches (almost 50 cm). You have been making us smile ever since.
Love
Mommy
We've been waiting for you to complete our family. You kept us waiting for three extra days, and those felt like weeks. I was worried that you'd be too big to come out easily, your dad wanted to meet you already, and your sister was getting sad that her baby and playmate was not here yet. When you did decide to arrive, you came quickly and quietly.
A sunny June 18 after days of rain. I was on the couch, surfing and casually timing the contractions I've been feeling for the last 2-3 weeks. "Not strong enough for labor" I thought. Following that thought, an unfamiliar pop and painful wetness. My water never broke with your sister, so I was totally unprepared for this horrible sensation. "Not on the carpet" I whispered in my head, and dragged myself on my knees to the hardwood floor. The phone was left miles away on the couch, and knew papa might not hear it ring as he was picking up Zoe from school on the bike.
Doctors tell you to time your contractions to know how close you are to delivery. But once you have given birth, you know from the degree of pain how close you are to the end, and I knew I had no time. Before this moment, I told myself that if I can't reach dad, or if he is farther away, I'll just suck it up and drive myself to the hospital. Crouched on the floor, that was not going to happen. I reached for the phone and pressed the single button it takes to dial dad, hating the traffic that must have trapped him. "Is it time?" he said as soon as he picked up the phone. "Yes, how far are you?" "We're very close" he said, and I heard the garage door open.
Something stressful about driving to a hospital during rush hour traffic. Thirty minutes later we were at the hospital door. 60 minutes later, at 7:11PM Pacific time, you were in my arms. "Mom! A baby just came out of your snooch!" your sister declared. "She is so small,"I said,several times, worried. "Is she preemie size?" I asked. "She is just fine," they said. I had hard time believing. 'Is she breathing?" I asked? "Yes" they said. "Why is she not crying?" I asked. "Why is the doctor not smacking her?" I thought. Nobody seemed to understand why I was worried. You looked so small and you were so quiet. Why didn't you cry? Only in the next few days, as I got to know you I understood... You are just a peaceful baby. Your presence sooths me. I'm so lucky that you are mine.
Papa and I were surprised that only after a few minutes, you opened your eyes. you looked like a mini human who's been through life. We positioned you on my chest, and you nursed for two long hours until the nurse came to take your vitals.
You were born 6lb 12oz (3.65kg) and 19.5 inches (almost 50 cm). You have been making us smile ever since.
Love
Mommy
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