Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Megan is 10 days old

Megan the Philosopher

Someone reminded me this morning that we should be keeping track of Megan's progress as she matures. So here we are. Miss Megan is technically 10 days old. At 8:11 this evening she'll be officially 11 days old. She is getting cuter and more curious by the second.


Thursday April 13 8:30am (6 days old) - Megan laughs for the first time - albeit in her sleep. It was very clearly a baby's laugh, a virtually soundless series of staccato compressions of the diaphragm: H-h-h-h-h without the "ah" sound. She has also been smirking, smiling, and full-out grinning in her sleep. Learn more.



Monday April 17 9:00am (10 days old) - Megan starts proto-babbling in earnest. Although we noticed a few odd sounds from days before, this morning was when Megan repeatedly uttered deliberate sounds instead of simply fussing or crying. The sounds can most accurately be interpreted as imperatives, commands, as opposed to interrogatives, or questions. Possibly she is saying "hey Dad!" or "pull my finger!"



Megan is obviously riding the high tide of social interactivity, having spent a great deal of her first Easter weekend with curious aunts, uncles, and extended family. Hopefully with this kind of inteaction on a regular basis Megan will soon be on a daycare lecture circuit with her dissertation Curiosity did not Kill the Cat and other infant observations.


9:00pm - Megan has been in wiggle mode all day. Not only is she staying awake longer, she is also displaying intense curiosity about the world around her. When awake she thrashes about with her arms and legs until she spies something interesting, then watches it intently. She did this to the microwave this evening. I was forced to explain to her the inner workings of the food-warming device.


In case you haven't checked recently, we've added a few more pics to the slideshow.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Megan Elaine - Born April 7 '06 (pics here!)



Megan Elaine was born 7 lbs 13 ounces
on Friday April 7 at 8:11pm.

We are all doing well and are very happy! We're also very tired. So in lieu of more words, I'll share what people really want to see...


Thursday, April 06, 2006

In Utero


In Utero
by Daddy

You will soon awaken, but
For now you exist out of time
And space.

Who you are has been determined
By genetic inheritance and random combination:
Your laugh, your smile,
The colour of your hair, the sparkle in your eyes,
Your emotional disposition and intellectual capacity.
Characteristics determined in that instant of procreation,
Realized through nine months of growth and maturation,
Instructions embedded in strands
Of tightly-coiled serpentine deoxyribonucleic acid.

Manifest destiny suspended in space,
A soul traveller adrift in the universe,
Preparing to disembark upon a shore yet unknown to you,
A space/time traveller approaching your event horizon.
A belief in reincarnation would compel you to ask, presciently,
"where will I be reborn?"

You cannot know what awaits you ex utero:
A small family dressed in skins and huddled in a cave next to a meagre fire?
The warmth of an Iroquois longhouse, surrounded by extended family?
A Zulu family in South Africa speaking comforting words in Kwazulu?
An aristocratic manor in 19th-century France?
Or, an Arab-Canadian family eager to meet you?

Megan, zero-hour approaches.
We choose where you will be loved, but
You choose when you will emerge,
When you grapple space and time firmly with two tiny white-knuckled hands, crying
"I am here!"



Tuesday, April 04, 2006

T-minus 1 day

According to the "experts" (products of the medicalization of childbirth) our daughter will reach full term tomorrow, April 5. I'm not sure how the pre-science midwives calculated such things, although the nine months rule of thumb has probably been around for a while. They didn't have fancy techniques for measuring hormones, nor basal thermometers for detecting ovulation. They had herbs, potions, and the moon, plus knowledge passed on for hundreds of generations.

Remarkably, all the combined knowledge and wisdom of history's midwives and the West's medical profession can predict the birthdate of our child to an accuracy of only a couple of weeks at best.

In the end nature sides with mommy.