Welcome to the planet
Here we are--four months into 2011, and what have I shown the throngs of people who follow this blog so far? Nothing! You would think that I have been up to absolutely nada in this world. In truth, I have been terribly busy at work, and haven't been taking part in much of my usual activities, so I have had little worth writing about.
That is, unless you count having a beautiful, funny, full-term baby daughter as worth writing about!
Anna Kathryn was born on March 29; she was 18 and a half inches long (short like her daddy) and weighed in at 6.9 ounces (a whopping 4 pounds, 5 ounces aver Mia's birthweight!). Stubborn little thing that she is, she came out letting us all know that she has great lungs and a strong will, two facts that she continually reminds us at the Dickerson casa. She loves to eat; she had a few days of starvation while learning how to properly suckle, but she has made up for that time and is now about seven pounds. She is beautiful and very cuddly.
Aside from our collective lack of sleep, we are loving having a new baby to hold and feed and burp and change, and feed and burp and change. :o) She is one month old as of yesterday--give us another couple of weeks and we will share her with everyone!
Here we are--four months into 2011, and what have I shown the throngs of people who follow this blog so far? Nothing! You would think that I have been up to absolutely nada in this world. In truth, I have been terribly busy at work, and haven't been taking part in much of my usual activities, so I have had little worth writing about.
That is, unless you count having a beautiful, funny, full-term baby daughter as worth writing about!
Anna Kathryn was born on March 29; she was 18 and a half inches long (short like her daddy) and weighed in at 6.9 ounces (a whopping 4 pounds, 5 ounces aver Mia's birthweight!). Stubborn little thing that she is, she came out letting us all know that she has great lungs and a strong will, two facts that she continually reminds us at the Dickerson casa. She loves to eat; she had a few days of starvation while learning how to properly suckle, but she has made up for that time and is now about seven pounds. She is beautiful and very cuddly.Aside from our collective lack of sleep, we are loving having a new baby to hold and feed and burp and change, and feed and burp and change. :o) She is one month old as of yesterday--give us another couple of weeks and we will share her with everyone!
Welcome, Twenty-eleven!
I mean, you might as well welcome the new year because being inhospitable to it won't do anything good for you. :o) And that is true of so many things. For instance, you can push hard against whatever you encounter and make it worse, or you can accept it as it is and try to dance with it a little.
This is a core idea to Buddhism that I find really practical. I am terrible at it sometimes, but there have been times of my life when I have been blessed with the ability to really let things be as they are, and those times have been joyful at their core.
Stacy is 27 weeks pregnant today, and that makes her one week more pregnant than she has ever been before. A couple of weeks back, she was placed on bed rest because she was having frequent Braxton-Hicks contractions, and with our history of early babies, her doctor wanted to play things really safe. My response was to freak out! I went batshit inside, mostly because of fear buried from the last baby (I have pretended to be enlightened before, writing about the problems of embracing love instead of fear, but that is all intellectual posturing in the face of real, latent fears). Anyway, things are okay, now, just as they would have been had I relaxed and accepted the situation as it is. The drama came when I rejected the situation with a hearty, "this cannot be happening again."
2011 will see the birth of my second daughter, Anna (Beth or Reese, as of right now). Mia will finish up with first grade. Stacy will deliver this new baby and be able to enjoy her at home without waiting months for the baby to get out of the hospital. She will survive bed rest with her sanity and we will be fine without her income. And who knows what else this year will bring?
Dance the dance to the tune that is playing; don't try to make the music fit the steps you have practiced and prepared for because you will be the one who looks silly, not the music.
I'll keep telling myself to practice what I am preaching. :o) Welcome, 2011!
I mean, you might as well welcome the new year because being inhospitable to it won't do anything good for you. :o) And that is true of so many things. For instance, you can push hard against whatever you encounter and make it worse, or you can accept it as it is and try to dance with it a little.
This is a core idea to Buddhism that I find really practical. I am terrible at it sometimes, but there have been times of my life when I have been blessed with the ability to really let things be as they are, and those times have been joyful at their core.
Stacy is 27 weeks pregnant today, and that makes her one week more pregnant than she has ever been before. A couple of weeks back, she was placed on bed rest because she was having frequent Braxton-Hicks contractions, and with our history of early babies, her doctor wanted to play things really safe. My response was to freak out! I went batshit inside, mostly because of fear buried from the last baby (I have pretended to be enlightened before, writing about the problems of embracing love instead of fear, but that is all intellectual posturing in the face of real, latent fears). Anyway, things are okay, now, just as they would have been had I relaxed and accepted the situation as it is. The drama came when I rejected the situation with a hearty, "this cannot be happening again."
2011 will see the birth of my second daughter, Anna (Beth or Reese, as of right now). Mia will finish up with first grade. Stacy will deliver this new baby and be able to enjoy her at home without waiting months for the baby to get out of the hospital. She will survive bed rest with her sanity and we will be fine without her income. And who knows what else this year will bring?
Dance the dance to the tune that is playing; don't try to make the music fit the steps you have practiced and prepared for because you will be the one who looks silly, not the music.
I'll keep telling myself to practice what I am preaching. :o) Welcome, 2011!
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