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November 30 - December 02, 2002 : Week 8

Eagan discovers his hand
Some time during Week 7 and 8, Eagan discovered his fist, and that it is indeed something attached to him. He'd spy his hand flailing about and he'd suddenly stop and hold still... and just *stare*.
He had become even more vocal, experimenting with sounds: "I'm mad!" or "Glue!" Huh? What's that? We're delusional like other parents? Now be nice. I did say "sounds" and not "words". Robt and I are getting quite a kick from Eagan's cooing... :) Who wouldn't?
I started rooting through his drawers for the stuff that doesn't fit him anymore. I was dismayed and elated at the same time when I found that a good third of his clothes are way too small. The overalls he's wearing in the top row is the same one he wore at his 2-week appointment with his pediatrician. Back then, at the shortest setting, his feet just poked through the leg holes. In these pictures, with the overalls set for the longer setting, you can really see how much bigger he's gotten. He even fills it up. I also took the same shot as the one on Nov. 7 of Robert feeding Eagan on the dining table so you can see how he's grown some (and how Robt's hair has grown too! He needs a haircut!!).

November 18-24, 2002 : Week 7

Head, Hand and Heart
We used to not sleep a lot. Sleep, when it happened, went uninterrupted. For the most part. We often talked into the night about so many different things. We used to be able to take our time doing stuff. We used to be able to make plans for the evening, the week, the weekend. Used to.
I stopped having uninterrupted sleep maybe at the end of the first trimester. Folks say that it's nature's way of preparing me for after the baby is born. I guess in that sense, I'm in better shape than Robert. But not really, I suppose.
We are both always tired.
Sleep eludes both of us, these days. But when we catch it, we take advantage of it. Therefore, we often find ourselves sleeping through the night in the den, or the living room, on the couch, on the floor, or on the "wrong" end of the bed in our bedroom. Wherever one of us falls asleep, usually with Eagan, the other plops down and falls asleep nearby.
Conversation nowadays tend to revolve around what the little one did during the day, how much he ate, if he pooped or peed, how much, how often, when he needs a bath, if he needs more diapers, baby wipes, new clothes, and hey, what time are you coming home, what do you want for dinner, what happened at the office, or that I'm stressing out. PMS has made a comeback. And, boy, I had forgotten what it was like. And it hit both of us like a steel bat.
Weekends are now spent sleeping in and doing errands. And when we have time enough to relax, one of us is playing video games, the other is doing chores, or maybe reading, and, if lucky, taking a little nap. It's so hard to find time for each other.
When we do find time for each other, it's often measured in seconds or minutes. We find it in a kiss, a hug, a glance. If we're lucky, we get to snuggle together to sleep.
But we don't mind.
This baby. This little person. Our precious little boy.
I can't believe seven weeks have passed since he came out of me. He's so full of character, full of life. He takes up all our spare time. He is fascinating to watch. A joy to see, hear and touch. We are not looking forward to sending him to daycare in January. I know I'm going to be a crying wreck.

November 14-16, 2002 : Enter the Digital Camera

Naps, dinner, a movie and a bath.
After finishing yet another roll of film, the itch to get a digital camera became unbearable.
The morning of the 14th, Robt was able to get in to work early and was able to get out by 5:30pm. I spent most of the day looking up information on various cameras, so I made printouts for when Robt got in. I made sure Eagan was fed and didn't need changing and then got us ready to go. By 6:30, we were on the road. I read specs aloud while I rode in the back seat of the truck with Eagan. And it was a toss-up between the Sony Cybershot DSC-P51 and the Fuji FinePix 2800. The FinePix's 6x zoom, mpeg w/ sound capability, and price won over the Cybershot's 3.2 megapixel.
I really wanted to get one right away so we ended up at Target, fifteen minutes before they closed.
So here we are, with the first set of pictures...
Robt and Eagan on the white couch. We've been sleeping in the den quite often, napping with Eagan. But by the time night rolls around, we'd be too tired get up and go sleep upstairs. Besides, it would mean we'd lose several minutes of precious sleep and we risk waking the baby. And the den is closer to the kitchen and Eagan's food!
The pictures in low light tend to be blurry as we don't like using the flash (on either camera, actually). Eagan peeking through the towel we've bundled him in after his bath made such an adorable picture, Robt nearly tripped over himself running to get the camera downstairs and take a few snapshots. This last one was one of the three that came out relatively clear. ^_^

November 12, 2002

Eagan is just chillin out.
I'm trying to use up some film, can you tell? :)
There's no special milestone in this set of pictures. He was just looking adorable, having just finished feeding and is fighting sleep. Wasaaaa!

Lookit them arms go! If his feet were in the picture, they'd be a blur too. :)

November 7, 2002

Five weeks old!.
Just when we think it's safe to have dinner, Eagan wakes up and says "hey, I'm hungry too!"
This time we actually got to finish eating together and was just about to finish our tea, so Robt brought Eagan over to join us at... er, ON the table. hehe. Alas, little babies have no manners when it comes to dinner. He poots out a bunch of gas. I wonder how long that will remain "cute"? =) hehe!

November 3, 2002

One Month Old!
CLickClickClick!! I used up a whole roll of film for this one sitting before I realized it. Egads, we need a digital camera! Robt's big Batz Maru really caught Eagan's attention. Eagan was very mellow after we gave him a bath, though I think he just liked sitting up. This is only the second time we've propped him up like that. Hehe. The middle picture shows the color of his hair nicely. :)

October 31, 2002

Happy Halloween!
It was a bit too chilly that day. Not a whole lot of kids came around. No, we didn't take him out. Are you kidding?? (I wouldn't last walking four blocks!)
Poor Eagan. All he wanted to do was go to sleep, but mommy and daddy insist on taking silly pictures.

October 30, 2002

Li Mu Bai Eagan
This little boy loves to swing his little arms around!
Here he is fast asleep in what I like to call his "Crouching Tiger" outfit.

Three days old : October 6, 2002

Wait, so I got squeezed through WHERE??
"pushpushpushpush!" said Dr. Wittman. "keepgoingkeepgoing" said the nurses. "...five...six....seven..." counted Robt.
So I went with the epidural, though it did wear off on my left side right when I went from 5 centimeters dilated to 10 and 100% effaced in about 1 hour. Yeowch. The anesthesiologist was called back in and she fixed me up real good. I went through some 10 or so really really intense contractions before she was able to though. I remember thinking "if this is what it's like now... oh geez... will I be able to take it to the end?" I described it as having a great dane take a mouthful of the side of your belly, squeezing its jaws shut, then and yanking your flesh (muscle and all) left and right for like a minute before letting go and repeating the process like every two minutes. That or having a burst appendix maybe (I'd never gotten my appendix taken out.) My right side got a double dose of numbness, though, and my right leg kept falling off the birthing bed afterwards. My hips hurt. Hey, my knees hurt. Speaking of pain, this reminds me:
BE NICE TO YOUR MOM
Whether or not your mom (or your wife, the mother of your kids) got knocked out, got a local, got some narcotic anelgesics, or an epidural. She went through huge hormonal changes, suffered through lack of sleep, somehow endured the *contractions*, and then on top it all, having those *afterpains*. It took me over two weeks to be able to sit again, but only when I've taken some pain medication. It doesn't stop there! There's also breastfeeding... Another set of aches and pains. (I've yet to see how long I'll be able to keep it up.) And then there's the worrying and perhaps all sorts of emotional pain...
Well, anyways, so the above three pictures are from October, 6; three days after Eagan was born. At some point in those three days, both Robt and I each had an episode of "I think I'm gonna die." -- from stress or nerves, lack of sleep, lack of food (who had time to fix something to eat??) and the pain. I can't tell you how often both of us would wake up to make sure nothing's happened to our new son. I still would wake up now and then to make sure he's still breathing. Although our little boy's been pronounced extremely healthy and has done remarkable since he got out, we've still got new-parents-syndrome. We worry, we fret, and we watch "EaganTV" -- what else could be more fascinating than watching this precious new life? It's even more interesting that Eagan sort of "talks" in his sleep. Heehee.
There're also photos of Eagan the day after he was born -- not even 24 hours old over at Growing Families Online.

Ultrasound : May 15, 2002

It's a BOY!
The above three of the four pictures above are from our baby's first ultrasound. There were four in all, but we decided not to post the last "telling" picture... We didn't think y'all needed to see that. Hehehe.
For clarity, I doodled a little bit on top of a couple of the pictures and created these extrapolations below (the head seemed obvious, so...).

We also got 2.5 minutes of footage on videotape of the ultrasound session. The head shot shown here isn't on it, but the profile and foot are.
While we were watching, particularly in the profile shot, the baby was kicking (even seemed to "pedal") his legs, moving his arms, bringing his hands together and seemingly opening and closing his hands. He stretched out his back, tucking his chin to his chest (oh! he's got a neck! heehee!), bringing knees up, bending legs...
And in the foot shot, the technician/nurse was trying to take a picture of both his feet, but he pulled them out of view before she could hit the screen-capture key. When both feet showed back up again, one of his little hands were in between his feet, seemingly playing with his toes or tickling the bottoms of his own feet. He moved again before she could get that or she was just waiting for one clear shot of a foot or two.
We've watched the video several times. It's fascinating to watch, amazing, in fact.
On the whole, we were enjoying the ultrasound session so much that we decided to let the nurse show us the sex of the baby instead of having her just type the letters "b" "o" "y" on the ultrasound pic that shows it.. and let us figure it out later (at home or over a nice romantic dinner). It was a good thing also because she explained what we were seeing.... :)
I'm told that these pictures were exceptionally clear... and it's probably because I reaaaallly had a full bladder during the session (as instructed).... :) hehehe.

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November 30 - December 02, 2002 : Week 8


Eagan discovers his hand Some time during Week 7 and 8, Eagan discovered his fist, and that it is indeed something attached to him. He'd spy his hand flailing about and he'd suddenly stop and hold still... and just stare. He had become even more vocal, experimenting with sounds: "I'm mad!" or "Glue!" Huh? What's that? We're delusional like other parents? Now be nice. I did say "sounds" and not "words". Robt and I are getting quite a kick from Eagan's cooing... :) Who wouldn't? I started rooting through his drawers for the stuff that doesn't fit him anymore. I was dismayed and elated at the same time when I found that a good third of his clothes are way too small. The overalls he's wearing in the top row is the same one he wore at his 2-week appointment with his pediatrician. Back then, at the shortest setting, his feet just poked through the leg holes. In these pictures, with the overalls set for the longer setting, you can really see how much bigger he's gotten. He even fills it up. I also took the same shot as the one on Nov. 7 of Robert feeding Eagan on the dining table so you can see how he's grown some (and how Robt's hair has grown too! He needs a haircut!!).

November 18-24, 2002 : Week 7




Head, Hand and Heart We used to not sleep a lot. Sleep, when it happened, went uninterrupted. For the most part. We often talked into the night about so many different things. We used to be able to take our time doing stuff. We used to be able to make plans for the evening, the week, the weekend. Used to. I stopped having uninterrupted sleep maybe at the end of the first trimester. Folks say that it's nature's way of preparing me for after the baby is born. I guess in that sense, I'm in better shape than Robert. But not really, I suppose. We are both always tired. Sleep eludes both of us, these days. But when we catch it, we take advantage of it. Therefore, we often find ourselves sleeping through the night in the den, or the living room, on the couch, on the floor, or on the "wrong" end of the bed in our bedroom. Wherever one of us falls asleep, usually with Eagan, the other plops down and falls asleep nearby. Conversation nowadays tend to revolve around what the little one did during the day, how much he ate, if he pooped or peed, how much, how often, when he needs a bath, if he needs more diapers, baby wipes, new clothes, and hey, what time are you coming home, what do you want for dinner, what happened at the office, or that I'm stressing out. PMS has made a comeback. And, boy, I had forgotten what it was like. And it hit both of us like a steel bat. Weekends are now spent sleeping in and doing errands. And when we have time enough to relax, one of us is playing video games, the other is doing chores, or maybe reading, and, if lucky, taking a little nap. It's so hard to find time for each other. When we do find time for each other, it's often measured in seconds or minutes. We find it in a kiss, a hug, a glance. If we're lucky, we get to snuggle together to sleep. But we don't mind. This baby. This little person. Our precious little boy. I can't believe seven weeks have passed since he came out of me. He's so full of character, full of life. He takes up all our spare time. He is fascinating to watch. A joy to see, hear and touch. We are not looking forward to sending him to daycare in January. I know I'm going to be a crying wreck.

November 14-16, 2002 : Enter the Digital Camera


Naps, dinner, a movie and a bath. After finishing yet another roll of film, the itch to get a digital camera became unbearable. The morning of the 14th, Robt was able to get in to work early and was able to get out by 5:30pm. I spent most of the day looking up information on various cameras, so I made printouts for when Robt got in. I made sure Eagan was fed and didn't need changing and then got us ready to go. By 6:30, we were on the road. I read specs aloud while I rode in the back seat of the truck with Eagan. And it was a toss-up between the Sony Cybershot DSC-P51 and the Fuji FinePix 2800. The FinePix's 6x zoom, mpeg w/ sound capability, and price won over the Cybershot's 3.2 megapixel. I really wanted to get one right away so we ended up at Target, fifteen minutes before they closed. So here we are, with the first set of pictures... Robt and Eagan on the white couch. We've been sleeping in the den quite often, napping with Eagan. But by the time night rolls around, we'd be too tired get up and go sleep upstairs. Besides, it would mean we'd lose several minutes of precious sleep and we risk waking the baby. And the den is closer to the kitchen and Eagan's food! The pictures in low light tend to be blurry as we don't like using the flash (on either camera, actually). Eagan peeking through the towel we've bundled him in after his bath made such an adorable picture, Robt nearly tripped over himself running to get the camera downstairs and take a few snapshots. This last one was one of the three that came out relatively clear. ^_^
November 12, 2002

Eagan is just chillin out. I'm trying to use up some film, can you tell? :) There's no special milestone in this set of pictures. He was just looking adorable, having just finished feeding and is fighting sleep. Wasaaaa!
Lookit them arms go! If his feet were in the picture, they'd be a blur too. :)
November 7, 2002

Five weeks old!. Just when we think it's safe to have dinner, Eagan wakes up and says "hey, I'm hungry too!" This time we actually got to finish eating together and was just about to finish our tea, so Robt brought Eagan over to join us at... er, ON the table. hehe. Alas, little babies have no manners when it comes to dinner. He poots out a bunch of gas. I wonder how long that will remain "cute"? =) hehe!

November 3, 2002

One Month Old! CLickClickClick!! I used up a whole roll of film for this one sitting before I realized it. Egads, we need a digital camera! Robt's big Batz Maru really caught Eagan's attention. Eagan was very mellow after we gave him a bath, though I think he just liked sitting up. This is only the second time we've propped him up like that. Hehe. The middle picture shows the color of his hair nicely. :)
October 31, 2002

Happy Halloween! It was a bit too chilly that day. Not a whole lot of kids came around. No, we didn't take him out. Are you kidding?? (I wouldn't last walking four blocks!) Poor Eagan. All he wanted to do was go to sleep, but mommy and daddy insist on taking silly pictures.
October 30, 2002

Li Mu Bai Eagan This little boy loves to swing his little arms around! Here he is fast asleep in what I like to call his "Crouching Tiger" outfit.

Ultrasound : May 15, 2002

It's a BOY! The above three of the four pictures above are from our baby's first ultrasound. There were four in all, but we decided not to post the last "telling" picture... We didn't think y'all needed to see that. Hehehe. For clarity, I doodled a little bit on top of a couple of the pictures and created these extrapolations below (the head seemed obvious, so...).

We also got 2.5 minutes of footage on videotape of the ultrasound session. The head shot shown here isn't on it, but the profile and foot are. While we were watching, particularly in the profile shot, the baby was kicking (even seemed to "pedal") his legs, moving his arms, bringing his hands together and seemingly opening and closing his hands. He stretched out his back, tucking his chin to his chest (oh! he's got a neck! heehee!), bringing knees up, bending legs... And in the foot shot, the technician/nurse was trying to take a picture of both his feet, but he pulled them out of view before she could hit the screen-capture key. When both feet showed back up again, one of his little hands were in between his feet, seemingly playing with his toes or tickling the bottoms of his own feet. He moved again before she could get that or she was just waiting for one clear shot of a foot or two. We've watched the video several times. It's fascinating to watch, amazing, in fact. On the whole, we were enjoying the ultrasound session so much that we decided to let the nurse show us the sex of the baby instead of having her just type the letters "b" "o" "y" on the ultrasound pic that shows it.. and let us figure it out later (at home or over a nice romantic dinner). It was a good thing also because she explained what we were seeing.... :) I'm told that these pictures were exceptionally clear... and it's probably because I reaaaallly had a full bladder during the session (as instructed).... :) hehehe.