Saturday, July 12, 2003

I did it!
I did it!
I did it!

It took 7,5 hours. But: I really did it!

And now: Exhaustion.
7 hours!

Since my daughter is already more than a week old, and thriving well, our lactation specialist told us there was no need to wake her up any more to feed her. We could just let her sleep until she 'asked' to be fed.

So we do. And her nights have been growing steadily longer, culminating in a 7 hour stretch this night. We fed her at almost 10 PM last evening, and she hasn't made a peep until now, at 5 AM! And even then, she only kind of coos and giggles. No crying. No screaming.

This may very well be a 'honeymoon' period. But she still is, by far, the best little kid. Ever.

Friday, July 11, 2003

I can't believe this day is upon me. Already.

Tomorrow I will attempt a 100 mile long bike ride. It's a fund raising event, and all is supposed to be in good spirit. But I'm petrified. A 100 miles! You've got to be kidding me!!

A friend of mine is taking me. She has not been helpful. At all. She pointed out that this will probably take us between 8 and 10 hours. Then she suggested that I take some mild pain medication. Before the ride!

Why o why do I do things like this? Promises that I made to myself after finishing running the Marathon, some 10 years ago, are coming back to me now. Looks like I am about to break most of them.

Thursday, July 10, 2003

How time flies. The days, and nights whiz by. Feeding. Changing dipers. Making three meals a day for my wife. Sleeping less then 4 hours at a time.

And still it's somehow so very wonderful. I can understand that my wife draws her euphoria from her strange, hormonal state. But what about me? Are there male pregnancy hormones that make diper-changes at 4 AM seem like bliss?

Sunday, July 6, 2003

Today has been exposition day. Guests coming and going. Marvelling at the little miracle. It's a lot like attending an equestrian show. People eating fresh strawberries and drinking chilled white wine. "Impressive, young filly. She'll do well." "Looks strong. How much does she weigh?"

I've changed our bedroom into a studio apartment. Literally. Complete with lots of chairs, a recliner, a few end tables, standlamps and table lamps, a bookshelf and an extra clothes stand. That's in addition to the changing table, our bed and the humongous crib. We'll camp out here. In the A/C. At least while it's 95° outside.