It’s been a relatively uneventful week for baby Maeve, born July 30th 2013, about to turn five weeks old as I post this. Yesterday, my wife Carrie posted some of her thoughts at one month. I am going to post briefly with plenty of photos and a few thoughts. I’ve been posting weekly updates on my our daughter’s progress, find earlier ones here.
Maeve is still concerning herself mostly with breastfeeding and sleeping. We’re continuing to do some elimination communication where she pees and poops in the toilet… it’s great, but still hovering around 10-15% of the time… mostly she uses her diaper. Though, yesterday, we started trying a thing where we put down a picnic cloth and let her lie and play naked on the floor. It worked ok – she seemed fine with it – but let’s just say that we were glad that we had put down the waterproof cover.
She seems like she’s making a little more eye contact… though not necessarily most of the time yet. She still cries inconsolably some times. She gets gas, and seems to like to be held face-down when she’s gassy.
Last week, on Friday August 30th, we took Maeve in to the pediatrician for her one-month check-up. She’s doing exceedingly well. At birth, she weighed 8lbs 4oz, now she’s up to 10lbs 13oz. She was 21 1/4″ at birth, now she’s 22 3/4″. They tell us that all this is in the eighty-to-ninety-something percentile, but I think everyone thinks that their kid is in the high percentile. With a father who’s 6’3″ (the shortest of three brothers) and a mother who’s 5’9 1/2″ Maeve is most likely going to grow up to be wonderfully tall.
I turned 50 this week. I was born the exact same day, August 28th, 1963, Martin Luther King Jr gave his famous “I have a dream” speech, and I share my birth date with one of the great comic book artists of all time, Jack Kirby. It was a great birthday – and Carrie is going to post some stuff from it… so I won’t go into toooo much detail.
A bunch of great friends from Los Angeles came to visit: Yuki and Federico, Damien and his eleven-month old daughter Mary Leigh, and Mizue and her daughters Saya and Amina. We walked over to nearby Hamilton Park, where Saya and Amina took advantage of the water park.
Afterwards we came home and had peach cobbler birthday cake.
Amina read a Dr. Seuss book to Maeve.
All that took place the day before. On my birthday itself, Carrie and I (and Maeve, of course) had a good time together. Among other presents, she gave me a great 2-volume book that we found at a stoop sale: Great Drawings of All Time: The Twentieth Century – very cool with zillions of color plates. Carrie contacted a lot of my family and friends and had them write short appreciations, which I read out loud, and it brought me to tears. We’re going to post those here shortly, too.
I’ve been thinking about being the 50-year-old dad of a one-month-old. In the clinical setting, this is called “APA” – Advanced Paternal Age – and is a risk factor for various birth defects. I was thinking that I’ll need to live to be 100 if I am going to be around to celebrate my daughter’s 50th birthday. I wonder if she’ll be running circles around me as I get older and start to slow down. We’ll see. I feel good now, and I think finding the love of my life, Carrie, and having a kid is helping me to stay young and healthy. I bicycle a lot, and do my art, and both of things are good for staving off some of aging’s negative aspects…. but maybe I will just be a great 70-year-old when I am seeing my daughter off to the higher education of her choosing. We’ll see.
Lastly, I did a sketch of Maeve that I really like (I also like the ones that we used on the birth announcement, too.) I am always carrying around my sketchbook, and am not afraid to use it. I’ve been trying to sketch her frequently, but I don’t always get to it. She moves a lot, even when she’s sleeping, so I just get my sketchbook out and “chase her across the page” (that’s what I call it in my head.)
and one more photo of Maeve this week: