Sunday, December 22, 2013

My Very Best Thing

Back in September, over Labor Day weekend, we spent the night in a cabin in the woods. It was a lovely little place that belongs to a friend's family, and we had a great time simply relaxing and enjoying each other's company. The cabin was comfortable, but it was a cabin, and as such, barely qualified as having more than one room, apart from the bathroom. And so the night spent there afforded us a rare and special opportunity to watch Ben sleep.

Since he got old enough to go to sleep without one of us holding him, neither Karin or I gets much chance to see Ben sleep. He has never been one of those children that will simply fall asleep anywhere when he gets tired, so pretty much all of his sleeping gets done behind the closed door of his bedroom. And, as any parent knows, you don't go into your sleeping child's bedroom unless you really, really have to risk it.

So there he was, sleeping, and Karin and I were staring at him, and I had a thought: "He is my very best thing." He is the very best thing I have ever made, ever done, ever had. We had found out about baby number 2 only 3 weeks earlier, and I stood there joyous in the knowledge that I would have another such thing, another precious, beautiful, deeply flawed, but still perfect little person. That baby was so far off then, but in the meantime we have seen pictures of her, we have found her name, and, just tonight, Olive kicked me for the very first time.

These days Ben tends to get yelled at if he kicks me, but 5 and a half years ago, it was all I wanted him to do. I felt Ben for the first time when when he was 22 weeks and some odd days along, and so I was a bit anxious that Olive hit 23 weeks today and I still hadn't felt her. But tonight after dinner she was doing a bit of a jig, so I just laid there with my hand on Karin's belly, and watched Elf, and let the happy tears run down my face.


This picture is actually from a trip we took last February. It was a similar joy watching him sleep then,

Friday, December 6, 2013

Reveal Pie

I had never heard of the concept of a "reveal party" until last spring when my boss's wife was pregnant. Someone asked them if they were going to have a reveal party. For those not familiar, the idea is to host a party at which you reveal the gender of your unborn child, usually by way of baked good or other items that may be colored either pink or blue. I have heard ideas involving balloons, light bulbs, Easter eggs, clothes, etc.

Frankly, I find the whole thing a bit ridiculous. When one coworker asked me if I was going to be bringing in a cake when we found out the gender of our baby, I said "no, I think I'll just post it on Facebook."
"Come on,” she said “at least a cupcake or something."
"What I'm hearing you say is 'I'm hungry.'"

So I relented. Of course, that meant that when she texted me on Monday night: "I am dying!!!!!" She didn't get to find out.
"You wanted food, you're getting food. I'm not telling."

I stayed up entirely too late on Monday night baking a pie. It was a cheesy (in the slang way, not the food way), but very tasty, pink vanilla cream pie.


In related news, Olive got her first gift yesterday. A different coworker brought in an outfit for her. It is pink and adorable and makes the fact that I am going to have a little baby girl in a few months real to me in a way that nothing else has yet.




Wednesday, December 4, 2013

You're Looking For…

It's infuriating, the way ultrasound techs refuse to tell you the gender of the baby, despite the fact that they clearly know what it is. I understand why they're not allowed to tell you, and I understand that, technically, that post 18 week ultrasound isn't about identifying gender, it's about making sure all the baby's parts are where they're supposed to be and doing what they're supposed to be doing.
"Do we know if it has a penis yet?"

2013 ICD-9-CM Diagnosis Code V28.81

Encounter for fetal anatomic survey

  • Short description: Scrn fetal anatmc survey.
  • ICD-9-CM V28.81 is a billable medical code that can be used to specify a diagnosis on a reimbursement claim.
  • You are viewing the 2013 version of ICD-9-CM V28.81.
But let's be honest, we want to know what parts it has. That's certainly why Ben was there.


After lots of looking at the heart, and the spine, and the kidneys (I couldn't see them) and the brain(!!!), the tech said she had to go check on something. Before she left the room, she froze an image on the screen and drew an arrow. "You're looking for either something sticking out right here, or three little white lines." As when we learned Ben was a boy, Karin was quickly confident about what she saw, I, less so. But you can look for yourself:
The only situation in which it's acceptable to say proudly, "look at my child's genitals!"

In the end, we agreed (and the tech subtly confirmed that we were correct), there does not appear to be anything "sticking out" in that picture. And so it is with great pleasure that I introduce you (however prematurely and imperfectly) to Olive Rezendes. Coming next Spring!


(And look, I finally get to use the background image variation that I cooked up back before we found out that Ben was Ben and not Cordelia!)