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Penny For My Thoughts

Penelope “Penny” Alexandra, born 06/09/2012 at 6:18 AM. 5 lbs, 3 oz & 17″ long.

Prologue #1:

I’m sure most lame jokers will use the “Penny For Your Thoughts” quote to her for most of her life, whether it’s a silly older relative or a drunken dude at a bar trying to woo her but I WANTED to be the first man in her life to make that dumb joke, just to be clear.

Prologue #2:

My wife struggled for 5 days in the hospital to keep our new peanut in the womb with 5cm dilation but with a few bad contraction bouts quelled by medication, my wife’s uterus couldn’t take it anymore and had to release Penny to the world. Her water broke little after dawn at 5:05 Saturday morning and with my mother-in-law making various moving violations to watch Maddie as I too bent some laws I made it in time for the emergency C-section.

The C-section vs. Marathon Vaginal Labor Birth

I will preface this paragraph by saying I am mostly speaking as myself and not my wife, although I have first-hand experience alongside my wife and she has expressed her thoughts to me on this matter. However, I will admit that I am just the supportive husband and NOT the child-bearer going through the bittersweet ordeal of childbirth…I will not make the mistake of glibly speaking as if I know what my wife went through.

Maddie was born vaginally with about 16-hours of labor. I was there the whole time, consoling, caressing, calming and coaching my wife with the nurses. We had music from our own iPod and we even had windows to see outside. I witnessed the joy and miracle of seeing my daughter’s head emerge into the world. We held the little baby immediately, took pictures and I even cut the cord. Not long after every family member in waiting was able to come to the room and meet Madeleine. It was a very happy and joyous day for all.

With the emergency C-section, my wife was numbed with anesthesia & strapped to a table with her arms out-stretched and tied down. I was in uncomfortable scrubs with a mask recycling my own hot morning breath and tried as best as I could to console and calm my wife who was shivering, very very nervous and blind to what was really going on beyond the make-shift cloth wall the doctors put up. I tried to take some peeks but was advised to stay down as many dads who thought they can handle the sight have fainted and sent to the O.R. themselves and missed the rest of the procedures. Within a quarter-hour’s time Penelope was out and healthily crying ‘hello’ and within minutes was whisked away with me to the NICU being only 34 weeks in utero. They didn’t even ask me if I wanted to cut the cord.

I was with Penny for another 15 minutes in the NICU while the doctor’s and nurses did their thing. I was very elated and relieved that she was big for 34 weeks and seemed perfectly healthy. I was very overjoyed and proud when she squeezed my finger in our first bonding moment. I then went to see how my wife was in recovery and stayed with her for an hour or so until the grandparents & Maddie arrived. The rest of the day I was bouncing back and forth in the NICU and my wife’s suite making sure everything was OK. At lunch time I took Maddie home for lunch and for a nap. I returned later in the evening with Maddie for a short while until I had to get her home for dinner and bed time. Since her birth I have been away from her and Wendy and sleeping alone at home. The last word in Lonesome is ME.

From my perspective this was such a bittersweet birthday for me, my wife and Penny. She’s already the second-child and the amount of bonding and time spent with her on her birthday was pale in comparison to Maddie’s. I realize it was circumstance but it’s still a shame. I’m relieved and very happy, especially that my wife and Penny are healthy and fine and just need time to get in the swing of normalcy but I was very much detached and side-lined that day. I was a wee bit more sad than glad. My wife told me she very much prefers the vaginal labor hands-down from the delivery aspect. If given the opportunity to relive Penny’s C-section she probably would opt to get knocked-out completely as the strapping of her arms and lack of vision was too much for a premature birth from a very worried mother’s perspective. But she too is going through some tough emotions right now too being so distant to our newest bundle of joy.

On Sunday, both my wife and I spent a huge amount of time in the NICU while Maddie was having fun with my folks. I finally bonded properly as I held Penny in my arms and fed her some bottle. I had my moment and it was great. I am now the very proud and overjoyed father that I should be. My heart belongs to her as much as it belongs to Maddie. I could cry thinking about her at any moment of the day.

The Worse. Waiting Game. Ever.

At over 5 lbs, Penny was one of the biggest preemies in the NICU. Which is great seems like it’s a cake-walk right? Wrong. She’s still just 34-weeks and she still has the same hurdles to overcome. Mostly it’s the feeding on her own. She has t learn to properly suck her bottle/nipple and not choke on it. We take drinking for granted as we do breathing but there’s reason’s a baby needs about 40 weeks in utero and that’s to learn this stuff. She’s doing OK with it so far but the doctors tell us that it could be about 2-3 weeks until she can come home with us. This is the hard part. In a few days time my wife will be discharged and every day, for however many weeks Penny’s in the NICU, we have to commute to the hospital to see her. With an older child that’s easier said than done. I realize or sacrifice that my time is more devoted to Maddie. That’s expected for many reasons but the two major ones are that Penny needs her mommy way more than me, especially if she takes to breastfeeding and second, with the surgery recovery my wife is in no condition to play with Maddie yet and there’s not much for her to do at home but rest. She can rest in the NICU and spend quality time with Penny. But it’s tough to make this sacrifice, however I am fine with this fact because POPPA PENGUIN will have her (and big sister Maddie) all to himself once maternity leave is done.

Oh boy.

So we will wait and hope Penny does well, sooner than later and try to maintain our good attitudes and humor until she is home and we can then spoil her little peanut-butt rotten.

Epilogue:

Sure I am an emotional wreck right now. Sure I feel distant and anxious to welcome my newest daughter home. I am also anxious at how her big sister, Maddie will be affected by this new baby in her life. I am also exhausted and drained as well as overjoyed and excited for our futures. Juggling all these emotions and thoughts are totally expected I know. I’m just so relieved that Penny is healthy and doing well. But right now I’m more relieved that my wife is good and will be back to her old self; mobile, cramp free and happier to be out of one of the most harrowing experiences she’s ever put through. That is something I’m more grateful for to be honest.

 


The Home-Stretch

As of this writing, my wife is 33 weeks pregnant with our breech and very active second daughter. My wife is already on bed-rest for a month and the cabin-fever is starting to show. My sanity and spirits are teetering on a very fine wire, but I’m successfully not “Hulking” out. I still don’t have the urge to get cigarettes and never return. My highest admiration is for my wife and I am deeply impressed at how well she is handling everything. I’m worrying and stressing more than she is! She has to calm me down some nights. In fact yesterday she told me she isn’t going to tell me anything about her condition anymore and will just tell me when the contractions start. Fair enough I suppose. I just hope the baby gets out of breech otherwise it’ll most likely be a C-Section, making my wife still limited in her mobility after the baby is born. I think after all she has gone through since this conception would be a nice easy-breezy labor and we can start our new chapter clean and easy.

Maddie is going through some attitude adjustment phase. What I mean is she’s extra sassy and learning the basics to be a pain-in-the-ass. She can be the cutest, kindest little girl one minute and the next a total lunatic. She picks fights with us for really the most insane reasons. For instance, this morning, I was playing with her in the basement playroom with her Strawberry Shortcake Berry Bitty Market play-set and included in said play-set is a cash register part that fits snugly on the base but doesn’t permanently snap into the base. She wanted it to stay for good by snapping it in. I tried to cool her frustration by explaining to her that it doesn’t snap in. She threw the register across the room and said she was mad at me and didn’t want to play with me anymore. She then ordered me to stay downstairs while she ran up. All the while I’m baffled at what just happened as well as laughing through my teeth and such a drama-queen she is. So little moments like that make her look like a psycho but we still love her dearly.

I’m still finishing up the new nursery (just have to finish painting the forest creatures for the mural). The electrical work is done. The carpet is down. The furniture is in. I just have to put in the closet kit and the mural and we can welcome baby #2. But my wife has to KEEP HER IN for just 3-4 more weeks!!!

It’s time to start your betting pools, ladies and gentlemen. When do you think this baby is coming?!


Birthday, Bump and Boo-Boos

Hello all, Sorry I’ve been away for so long. With baby girl #2 coming soon, I’ve been super-busy. I’m half-way done with the nursery painting and then the carpet and electric need to be done. Hopefully the furniture will arrive before she does. But in the midst of all that I’m playing and having a great time with Mads and helping my wife deal with one nasty nightmare of a pregnancy. Since her conception its been one hiccup to hurdle to deal with. Pain, discomfort, extreme exhaustion, scares and hospital visits have mired the joy and fun of what could’ve been a nice pregnancy. She had gall-stones with Maddie’s pregnancy and we wish we could just deal with that again. As I write this I’m waiting for my wife to return from the hospital where she was for 2 nights and 2 days to be home for good on bed-rest. On the bright side she will be home with us for a long time.

Today is also Maddie’s third birthday! We went to visit Mommy at the hospital and even opened up some gifts there. Maddie was fine with the whole situation. She’s such a trooper. In fact she’s such a trooper that she’s able to endure with extreme challenges that her dopey daddy giver her like: Locking her in his car with the keys inside!

Yup! You read that right. I made a big boo-boo and accidentally locked my little girl in my car while she sat in her child safety seat and was calm the whole time while I made my very first 911 call. Luckily, the EMT guys arrived quickly and were able to open up the car and Maddie told me: “Don’t do that again, Daddy!”

So she’s had a very memorable birthday so far me thinks.


The Diabolical Evil Dr. Daddy!!

As Madeleine nears three and well into her TERRIBLE Twos (should be Too’s since it’s TOO MUCH!) she sure can press my buttons. Now I will be the first to admit that I have a bit of a temper. I wish I was more zen and calm and frankly, I don’t know how I got so bad with the rage issue. So far I have not destroyed anything nor hit anyone, especially Mads so I guess it’s in check but I have banged tables and kicked toys around in frustration. It’s something I now I have an issue with and hopefully it will not be a major problem. But anyway these days Maddie will actually disobey me on purpose to see how much she can “bend” me and my rules. In a perfect serene, Disney-like world, she is a delightful and charming mischief-maker like Tinkerbell and I’m the bumbling and easily agitated Captain Hook. But actually she is a vampire sucking the joy out a quiet afternoon and I am Van Helsing.

As the parent-in-chief, making a very small child do what you want takes a lot out of your energy and sanity. I have managed a small movie theatre back when I was twenty with a staff of about 15 teenagers and that was nothing compared to the anguish of some hell-raised days Maddie gives me. Before my temper flares and I give her a tongue-lashing I try try TRY to calmly reason with her in our native English language. I have come to sound like a comic book super villain with the warnings I have given her. I have actually told her that:

“Don’t make me angry…You won’t like me when I’m angry.”

and

“You don’t really think you will win do you?”

and something to the extent of:

“If you do not put that down, I will make you regret it!”

Since when did I become Dr. Doom? Has all those years of comic book reading seeped into my subconscious to make me become such a Stay-At-Home Geek?

At least I can laugh at it. And even if I do morph into a hulking raging beast-like parent yelling and screaming at my child to stop throwing her toys at least I know in my mind and my heart that I make her laugh WAAAAY more than I make her cry. And after a few minutes she we forget the whole battle incident.


You Gotta Be Cruel To Be Kind…

My toddler has her moments of being a pain-in-the-rump sure. The Terrible-Twos have manifested in her being and some days are better than others. Most days she’s really good; really polite and listens to directions. Some days not. As a first time parent and a Stay-At-Home one I’m quickly learning the tricks to deal with the tantrums, the outbursts and the clumsy I-DO-MYSELF stumbles and fumbles. I also learned a handy trick to help calm her Hyde and return her to her super sweet Jeykll—THE TIME OUT.

Most times Maddie gets a Time Out its for simply bad attitude or a tantrum that turns too ugly to ignore. It’s for a quick minute or two in her room, in her crib with the door closed and most times it feels like we’re doing it simply for empty disciplinary action, more like “playing the role, acting the bad guy for appearances sake.” Sometimes she even self-administers a Time Out when we get a bit annoyed with her which is really odd and we tell her that she isn’t really bad enough for one. But we do it moreso because we learned it actually works and calms her down and returns her to a good state of mind. I’ll go back in and say “Are you ready to be good” and she smiles and says YES and she’ll be great for a long time. Problem solved. On a few occasions if she gives us a hissy-fit over refusing her meal, I’ll put her a Time Out and afterwards she gobbles up the food like the fit never happened. It’s kind of like a penalty box in hockey and it erases the memory of the moments right before.

Today was a tad different though. She refused her lunch even though she specifically requested a PB&J sandwich. When I presented her with it she wouldn’t touch it. So after a few moments of whining and complaining I gave her a time out. After a minute I asked if she’d be good now she replied in the affirmative but when I asked if she’d eat she still told me “No.” So again I gave her a quick Time Out. When I returned again I got the same result from her. So again I gave her a Time Out but for a few minutes longer. I was a bit worried about keeping her in there too long, especially when she got quiet, because I was afraid she’d take a nap. But when I went in her room again she was sitting quietly Indian-style against the headboard with her head down in a toddler-like grief look. It reminded me of Steve McQueen in the Great Escape seeing her sitting there like that. If she had a baseball mitt and ball it would’ve been perfect.

Anyway, when I asked her again if she’d be good she smiled big and said YES. When I asked about her lunch she also said YES. When I carried her out to the living room to eat lunch I asked if she wanted some of my Doritos [as a sort of peace-offering—SEE! I’m not such a bad guy!], she said “No Daddy, I have to eat my sammich first.”

And she did. So the moral of the story is: Hard Time WORKS!! No seriously, as cruel as I felt keeping her in a Time Out because of refusing to eat it actually worked out in a positive way for both of us. So there’s a slight gratification in being cruel when it works out benefiting all parties involved. She happily ate her lunch and got some Doritos and I held my ground as a disciplinarian and father and never seemed to her as the bad guy. And got a better reaction from it then I expected.


Testing the [bath]Waters

I don’t know if this is a toddler thing or a girl thing or just a Maddie thing but she goes through these waves or phases of NOT wanting to do something that she used to do with zero complaint. In the past she has surely been on the eating roller coaster and a while back it was taking naps or going to bed. A few months ago it was simply putting on pajamas! We, as cordial parents to our little princess, would ask her which PJ’s she would like to wear to bed and each and every one we optioned for her she put down: NO! We initially thought it was a taste thing but her NO meant NOTHING. Well the cries ensued [hers, not ours] as we struggled to put on the PJs. She got over it and within a few weeks of this song-and-dance every bed-time she suddenly went back to her angelic self. Just like that.

Now it’s Bath-time. Again out of the blue she screams bloody murder the past 2 times I turned on the water. Like I’m drowning her favorite plush animal. So now I have to quickly bathe her with no assistance from her and quickly dry her and blow-dry her hair while she cries like a banshee that’s being slowly boiled alive. It’s heartbreaking and oh so frustrating at the same time. For the countless baths before this past weekend it was an alternate play area to her and just a week before she spent about an hour in the bath playing and having a grand ‘ol time. So now I’m hoping it’s again, like the other instances, a phase of hers and within a week or two it’ll suddenly be back to good and normal.

Otherwise it will surely be the Summer of the Stink!