Baby Blog

Friday, August 17, 2007

Baby #2 On the Way!

We just pulled into Beaumont Hospital! Baby #2 is on the way! We were
pushing our luck... Contractions only two minutes apart. We didn't want to
get sent back home this time.
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Dino Filias
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Friday, March 10, 2006

Happy Five Month Birthday!

Angelina, you have been in our world now for five months! I don't know where the time has gone. I remember walking around the hospital hallway in triage with your mom (trying to get her to dilate) like it was yesterday. I can still hear the hum of the hospital lights, and smell the distinct sanitary air of the hospital.

Just the other day, your mom showed me a stub sticking out of your gums. Your first tooth! It probably explains why you always want to stick things in your mouth. I could hand you a cat turd, and you'd stick it in your mouth.

Last night, I fed you your first sampling of rice cereal. It was quite a milestone for the family. You gobbled it up like starved maniac! You loved it! Your mom gave my the honor to feed you, since she's been your sole food provider for five months. You look at her like a chicken drumstick. Hopefully now you'll realize that I, too, can feed you. The next batch, I'm going to mix up a little thicker, though. Last night's batch was pretty watery. It looked like milk soup. I want you to actually chew on the stuff.

You're definitely getting more mobile too. You're rolling all over the floor. I think you're getting pretty frustrated that you can't go from one end of the room to the other without our help. I can tell that lack of independence is bothering you. It would bother me too.

If you can read this, do me a favor... don't touch the plasma, speakers, or any of the stereo equipment until you turn 12. Thank you.

Friday, January 27, 2006

Roll Over!

I can't believe it. On Wednesday night, your mom and I were playing with you on your Baby Einstein "Tummy Time" thingamig. We tried coaxing you to roll over, but you'd only get as far as your side, then roll back in frustration. We tried and we tried and we tried... you just wouldn't roll over.

Looks like you're a fast learner. Thursday morning, your mom called me at work to tell me that she laid you down on your back, and in a few seconds, you had flipped onto your stomach. You did it over and over all on your own.

Now, you will not lay on your back. So for three months, you didn't want anything to do with rolling over on your stomach. Actually, you hated being on your stomach. Then, overnight, some of your brain synapses did some talking, and now laying on your stomach is default.

I never though something as simple as you rolling on your stomach would be so impactful to me. It's very neat.

Next thing I know, your mom will be calling me to tell me that you're mobile and crawling, though I have a feeling you'll be walking before you're crawling.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

New Urban Terroism Threat

A new form or urban terrorism is being utilized in the Greater Sterling Heights Area. Assailants inject a home with a nerve agent gas, then enter the home and take pictures and videos of their victims. Known as "Sleeping Gas ACF", the nerve agent affects the central nervous system by putting its recipients into REM sleep and paralyzing the skeletal muscles. The affects last for a few minutes with no permanent damage to its recipients.

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Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Three Month Update

It's been a while since I've written to you, mainly because you're actually a real, tangible baby and I see you every day. My original theme was writing to my "unborn child". Looks like I have to change that.

I wish I could have tape recorded the entire birth-- starting when your mom first started feeling contractions all the way to when we left the hospital. It's an experience I'm never going to forget, but I so badly want to share with you. I might share that with you later.

There was a noticeable change from newborn to six weeks. You changed from newborn monkey to baby human. It was definitely a milestone.

And now, at three months, there's also a huge change. You're almost a toddler.

Your motor skills are improving day by day. You can now find your thumb and stick it into your mouth, though you still get a little frustrated when you can't find it. For some reason, you just have to have something in your mouth-- your hand, your fingers, or the new addition: the pacifier.

Your mom and I decided to introduce you to the pacifier. The jury is still out on whether or not we made the right decision. It definitely helps "pacify" you. It calms you down and has lowered the frequency of crying spells. The only problem is that you're starting to get addicted to it. You have developed a new cry/whine/pout when you want your pacifier. It's not a cry... it's more of a whine. It's unique and your mom and I can actually tell the difference between your pacifier whine and an actual cry. Whenever I'm watching you and the pacifier falls out of your mouth, I usually will put it into your hand and let you try and put it back into your mouth. You're pretty good since you can find your mouth most of the time. Your motor skills are definitel improving day by day.

"Tummy Time" is getting a little more productive. Just a few weeks ago, you used to hate being placed on your stomach. Now, you're a little more tolerant and don't mind it as much. Your neck has always been very strong, so it's never been a problem with you keeping your head up. You just never liked that position. Now, I'll usually put you on your back and try to teach you to roll to your stomach. You're just starting to learn to pull your other arm out with a roll success rate of about 25%. Pretty soon you'll be able to roll over by yourself and you'll actually like being on your stomach since it's the predecessor of crawling.

But I'm not sure what you'll do first: crawl or walk. You've always been very strong, and your legs can already support your body. You stand up all the time with our help. I try to make you do as much of the standing as possible, but you still need to work on balance. Once you master that skill, you'll be standing in no time.

You're also smiling and laughing more than ever. Whenever you smile or laugh, it make my heart melt. You're a very happy baby. Last night before we gave you your bath, you just loved being nude. It was the most I have ever seen you laugh and smile.

We also graduated you to your own room now, so you're sleeping in your crib finally. It's a little more work for mom, since she now has to get up and get you to feed you. But you're such a good baby that your mom can feed you once in the middle of the night, and put you right back to bed. We have not really had any "bad nights" with you. You've been a really good baby. We've never really had any issues with sleep deprivation.

I can't wait to come home and see you after work.

Love,

Your dad.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

The Six Week Milestone

I sent this email to my friend, Steve Egleston:

Angelina has reached a 6-week milestone. That's where all the books mention that a baby is normalized to the environment and start sponging stimuli. To me, the best way to put it is she has converted from monkey to baby. One of the new best feelings is watching your baby watch you and smile, and almost laugh. The kind of smile that yanks on the whole face and repositions the eyes... it's pretty amazing.

The second new best feeling is watching her attempt to try to speak/communicate. Right now, she's just pushing air through her larynx, but she's trying to say something. Very neat.

Another phenomenon is at night, watching her get tired and slip into sleep. We're (Danielle mostly) still holding her and swaying her into sleep in our arms before we set her down. You can watch her eyes get heavy, then close, then she'll open them up and start bawling. The feeling of "falling" asleep is probably new to her, so her only reaction is to jump back into consciousness and scream. Eventually, sleep overtakes her (about 30 min), and we set her down for the night. She actually sleeps really well, only waking up once in the night to eat, then goes right back to sleep.

It's pretty neat (and sometimes startling) looking at her and realize that she has features, shapes, behaviors and mannerisms that are mine. The eyes and eye sockets are the most bewildering. I guess my genetic code and I live on now for eternity (assuming she propogates).


Angelina is the best thing that ever happened to me. :)

Monday, October 17, 2005

Welcome, Angelina... A Few Thoughts...

Angelina,

It took a long time for you to get into this world, and I hope that translates into a long and fruitful life.

You're sleeping next to me right now in your car seat as I play my game, World of Warcraft. You have been really "gassy" and your pediatrician told us to put you in your car seat to keep your momma's milk in your stomach. It's almost 5AM on Monday morning, and it's a treat for me to: 1) Watch you while your mom catches up on her sleep, and 2) Get some good gaming in while I can. You're all swaddled up and finally went to sleep around 1AM. I think it's great that you have been sleeping for almost four hours. You're such a tender, tasty morsel all rolled up like a sausage in your sausage casing.

As I look at you, I can only wonder...

You exist as a unique human being, with your very own physical and non-physical traits. Yet, the only reason you exist is because your mom and I each donated 50% of our DNA to create one unique piece of DNA. I look at you and I can totally see your mom's lips and chin. You are beautiful. The spacing between your nose and upper lip looks like it belongs to me. Your nose is neither of ours. I have no idea whose it is. Perhaps it is one of your grand parents', or someone from your lineage. Your eye sockets (and hopefully eyes) look like they might be mine, but it's difficult to tell since I don't know what the feminine version of my eye sockets would look like. Your hair... I cannot even guess... it looks extremely light brown, almost blonde, most of the time, but in some light patterns, it almost appears red/brown. Your hair interests me, since my side of the family has brown hair, and your mom's side has dark brown hair.

Every chance I can get, all I want to do is look at you and interact with you. To me, it feels like I am the only person ever to have lived, that has experienced the utter joy of creating and beautiful baby daughter. I am on cloud nine. I truly believe that you are the universe's miracle, one-of-a-kind creation, that has been given to me as a gift. You are an utter blessing to your mom and I. I have never felt this feeling in my life.

You are so young and innocent; your skin is soft and brand new. You have not even been exposed to any of the world's ugliness. You are pure innocence. To hold you feels like getting tickled by God. You are a miracle.

Yesterday, you were one week old. In that week, your neck has gotten stronger, your head has reshaped nicely, and I can get a smile out of you a few times in a day.

I have no idea what you are like on the inside. I am looking forward to watching you grow. I can't wait until you and I can have a conversation. Actually, I can wait. I love you just the way you are, and I'm going to enjoy each and every minute that I know you.

I love you Angelina. Welcome to our world.