Thursday, April 22, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
The thick yellow line represents a standard growth rate of an average baby in the womb. You and I and most of everyone else had to climb that yellow line in pretty much the same way before we did much else. It was three months of ‘nothing’ followed by a slow start, steady increase and steep finish. Much like climbing Everest I hear - which probably takes 9 months too.
The thin blue line is Wallace. You may be surprised to hear that between 10 and 20 percent of all babies are born pre-term or before 37 weeks gestation. (You can also call it ‘pre-mature’ but apparently that offends some people who believe pre-maturity should refer to ‘organ development’ and ‘pre-term-ness’ to womb-time. Wallace and I couldn’t care less :)
It turns out that babies double their weight in just two months between 7 and 9 months of 'womb time'. They put on a lot of fat right at the end before taking on the 'real world'. Therefore, Wallace, being born two months early, came out roughly half the weight of the average fully grown baby, and missing a lot of fat.
Wallace has taught me many interesting facts. For example: all babies lose a good chunk of their birth weight (~15%) in the first week after birth and have to gain it back in the second week. This happens because so much of their initial weight is ‘womb fluid’ or ‘juice’ or something like that. It's not 'real' weight so it just 'goes away' somehow.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I have grandparents on the other side of the world who behave like they’ve never seen a baby picture before. I’m afraid they will squeeze me too hard when they finally meet me in person. One of them calls me ‘Waluszek’. It is Polish, and it means nothing... but dad tells me that it’s a combination of the words ‘suitcase’ and ‘little finger’. I don’t mind... I guess grandparents are just strange.
This is my mom. She is beautiful, and warm, and she smells delicious.
I live in a little plastic room which is hot, and it sits in a bigger room which is cold. But that room sits in a country which is hot again. The nurses say I live in an ‘incubator’... but I think they live in the incubator.
Dad tells me that he posts up electronic pictures of me for everyone in the whole world to see. He’s very lucky that I’m too young to understand what the word ‘privacy’ means. And why would the whole world want to see me anyway? What’s the big deal? Didn’t everyone look just like me once? Dad says that I have many uncles and aunts all over the world who love me and want to see pictures of me very much. I think he's nuts.
But, yesterday I decided to show him something cool anyway... here’s how it went down: first I pretended that I could hear music in my imaginary head phones to get dad’s attention.
And then I started to dance and dance and dance until I could not dance any more.
Thankfully, mom was there to rub my head at the end of the show.