Warning

Bath water can get too hot when you make it on the stove.

Do not worry. No Peanuts were harmed in the making of this blog post.  

The duck was harmed though, that's for real.

The Greatest Pumpkin of All

Peanuts (the comic stip) has a television special every year at this time called "The Great Pumpkin."  Perhaps it has already been on?  At any rate, I thought I would tell you all that we have finally seen it - the Great Pumpkin...actually, The Greatest Pumpkin of All.  :)

From Collages

Helpful Hints

New parents - heck, probably any parents - are subject to loads of advice.  In general I am quite appreciative.  I recognize that I do not know what I am doing, and I am glad for the suggestions and opinions of others.  Clearly my instruction manual for Peanut got lost in the mail (maybe it's just delayed, mail here does take at least 3 weeks to arrive), so while we wait for it, I am glad for folks who are interested in helping us out.

Still, there are some tips that strike me as less necessary.  They are the kind of things that make you wonder who has done this unrecommended thing in order to warrant such specific advice.  It is sort of like the "Do Not Eat" warnings plastered on the white packets you find in your box of new shoes.  I mean, at one point did the manufacturers put Tootsie Rolls or anything that you should eat as some sort of extra prize in your shoe box?  That this warning exists is proof that someone opened that sucker up and tossed it back and consequently had their tongue shrivel up inside their mouth or their tonsils crawl up their throat and jump out or whatever happens when one does upend that little white packet as if it were a foot wear appetizer.   

Seriously though, there are a lot of things that I would like to know and I think someone should probably have let me know before they let me roll on out of the hospital.  Instead, this is just a sample of the helpful hints we have gotten since we started this adventure...

1. It is true that Peanut gets the hiccups all the time.  They look like they absolutely wrack her little body, but they don't seem to bother her at all.  Still, when a Baby Center email popped up with a hotlink to "Is it normal for my baby to hiccup all the time?", I figured what the heck...let's look at that.  In general the small article there confirmed that this was all quite normal and one should not worry, but also offered this sage wisdom...

* Don't try to cure hiccups by startling your baby, pressing on her eyeballs, pushing on her fontanel, or pulling her tongue, which are common folk remedies in some cultures.  There's no proof that any of these methods work, and you could hurt your baby in the process.  

Well, okay.  I had considered delving into her soft spot or sneaking up on her and scaring the hell out of her...but now I won't.  Thanks Baby Center.  Luckily getting her to hold her breath or drink water upside down is still totally on the table.

2.  I was reading about baby reflexes in one of the many books we now have.  (Your Baby's First Year from the American Academy of Pediatrics, p.184)  After talking about the grasping reflex in which you stroke the palm of your baby's hand and she immediately grips your finger, it makes sure to warn you:

* In the first few days after birth, your baby's grasp will be so strong that it may seem she can hold her own weight -- but don't try it.  She has no control over this response and may let go suddenly.

Seriously who is lifting their child by their hands on Day 3?  

3.  And finally, for some in-person advice, at her first check-up our pediatrician, Dr. Farrah, was doing the normal (I suppose) routine examination when he got to two spots on her chest right around her nipples.  

He said, "Do you feel these knots?"  

"Yes...," said Peanut's mother with fear and trembling that she was about to hear how we had to watch that 

               these did not grow into cancerous lumps or begin to sprout vines or turn red and pussy.  
"These are her mammary glands.  Don't pinch them."

Ohhhhhh, okay.  Don't tweak her nipples.  Check.  I guess by the transitive property of stupidity we can't try to have her hang by her nipples either...


Feel free to leave comments with some actually useful advice, or pass along some of your zingers.  I love this stuff.

And the Oscar Goes To...

She is downplaying her fame here, but for all of you who have been hoping for live action shots...here ya go.





Peanut's Video Debut from Richard Williams on Vimeo.

Making Possible the Blue Cocoon

Sometimes God puts people directly in your path.

When I wrote to ask her if she might be willing/interested in coming to Barranquilla to help us with the birth of Peanut, I wasn't sure what she would say.  When we met in February I had confided that I was pregnant (mostly to avoid eating too near any provocative smells), and sparkly eyed she had confided that she was sort of a birth nut.  She was available to talk if I needed to do so, and she wished me well in the coming 7 month journey.  It wasn't much to go on, but, following Ed McMahon's logic, I figured "Heck, if you don't enter, you can't win" and the email shot into cyberspace.

Her response was quick, thoughtful, and lengthy - a preview of all the emails and communications to come.  :)

Susanne is here working with the Mennonite Central Committee for three years, and aside from concerns about whether she would be able to take the time away from her work, she and her family were committed to making this crazy request work...all the way from Bogotá.  So she packed a bag (before we did I think), put it by the front door, and faithfully checked email, text messages and voice mails to see if she needed to hop on a plane.

In her words, "I would love to make it to the birth itself, but if circumstances/timing doesn't work out right...I could bring some recipes and cook a little" and "I'll just be there to clean the toilets and do some laundry for you all."  There may be no one who has undersold themselves quite so impressively.

What we did not know (remember?) is that Susanne is actually a child specialist: birth to age three.  So aside from making it to the hospital by 5pm (plenty of time...) and helping convince Dra. Lucia to let me get on that darn ball to help Peanut turn over, she stayed with us for 4 more days and helped us get our sea legs.  Having eaten together twice and spent a total of 6 hours together previously, Susanne saw more of me than most people ever even wanted to - on the surgical table and afterward as I worked to get the hang of breast feeding and hurt in places I wasn't even aware existed.

Besides cooking some of the best food we have had this whole year, doing the laundry and bringing recipes (we did manage to keep her from attacking the toilet), she stayed up through the night with us to help us figure out the first nights with Peanut.  Susanne helped us remember that Peanut's crying was not a personal attack but rather part of the work she was doing to try and get it together in this new place.  She brought a sense of calm to a household that was feeling more of the storm, and she allowed both of us to hole up in the blue cocoon so that we could sleep, cry, smile, and stare in wonder at this new arrival.

In short, she helped us move from people to parents, and for that Tía Susanne, we can never thank you enough.