eavan


the newborn period is marked by a lot of poop and a lot of sleeping. sparing photos of the former, i bring you the latter …

bathing didion — even to this day — can be a challenge. he HATED it as a baby and seems to humor us now … ready to have a meltdown at any moment. eavan, however, is more chill. sure there is some crying, but it lacks didion’s — shall we say — sustain.

of course, the best part is getting to snuggle with a clean, yummy baby!

for your viewing pleasure …

"o" gets a new look

is this one in the fossil record?

holding eavan is a big brother treat

"mommy, i am really glad eavan is out of your tummy."

alternate title: “eavan: projectile vomiting is the best way to say, ‘mom, give me a bath and dress me up!’”

and that is what happened …

i found a couple of (fake) furry blankets for eavan. i particularly like wrapping her in the chocolate brown one and pretending she is a cuddly czarina:

of course, there are plenty of less dramatic sleeping shots …

saturday and sunday afternoon at home with the kiddos …

last tuesday, baby girl arrived.

very quickly.

steven and i were about 35 minutes away from making the lead story on the poughkeepsie journal‘s mainpage, as the baby was slithering and flopping around on my belly about that long after we parked the car in the emergency-room parking lot at the hospital. all we needed was to hit the traffic that usually jams up in wappinger’s falls, and we would’ve needed to pull over into the dairy queen parking lot to pump out a kid.

luckily, the traffic gods were in a good mood.

i think i will write up a separate summary of how eavan got here. i’m not sure when i will do it. hopefully, soon. suffice it to say, it is possible for a man to act as doula. steven was the most ass-kickenest coach on the face of the earth. he was, like, a contraction whisperer … totally in tune with me, knowing when they were coming, getting me in the right mindset to get through each one … i dunno what he was channeling, but it worked — and it helped him survive the horrendous bite i planted on his leg during one of the more — shall we say – aggressive contractions.

that morning, steven took d-man to school. i got didion to give me a mega monster face before heading off.

here are the stats on eavan:

  • how the hell do you say her name?: AY (like “hay”)-van RAY-ner
  • now what the hell does her name mean?: eavan is gaelic and means “radiant sheen” … rainer is german and means “wise warrior”
  • born … tuesday, september 28, 2010, 4:08 p.m.
  • weight … 7 lbs., 12 oz.
  • length … 21-1/2 inches

like her brother, eavan came out with a head full o’ black hair. crazy.

so far didion has been a champ. very chill and helpful. steven and i know there are going to be bumps, but we’re gonna ride this wave of sibling good will for as long as didion keeps it flowing.

we booked it out of the hospital ASAP, which turned out to be about 26 hours after we got there. i wanted to get home to minimize the disruption to didion’s world and because hospitals are the WORST places to try to rest and recuperate. luckily, we had zero complications and were thus able to escape, but not before d-man got a special surprise from the hospital gift shop.

 

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