And so my daughter grows…. She’s now almost doubled her birth weight at 11 1/2 pounds, she is at the 60% percentile of her cohort. Her neck is still a little weak, but she’s starting to assert more control over her head.
This might be the last time I’m raising a newborn, so here are a few things I’ve picked up along the way.
- Everyone Passes This Way Once. After ten weeks, she’s no longer a skinny fragile newborn. She’s layered with baby fat and occassionally graces us with a smile (finally!). I look at my 2-year old son, and realize that the memories we made while he was an infant was unique and once the moment passes, it fades into the depths of our memories and lingers perhaps in photos or recollections like this blog.
- Crying Doesn’t Do Permanent Damage. Yes I believe this. Perhaps it lets me keep sane when she’s wailing inconsolably but when I reviewed the video of her birth, nothing was more abnormal than a newborn baby that didn’t cry (she was delivered under a C-section under general anesthetic and was drugged out). As long as she was fed, cleaned and burped, each crying session would end eventually (even at 2 a.m. in the morning)
- Everyone Has Their Own Way of Pacifying. Both my wife and my mum put Isabelle to sleep differently. So do I. And my father. There’s no magic bullet.
- A Parent’s Unconditional Love. The sacrifice of a parent for an infant is probably the closest experience I have of unconditional love. Here is someone who totally depends on two parents who have to provide for her every need, without any reward or acknowledgement (even though she smiles a little more now). Scientists will make the case that genetic conditioning predisposes us to care for our young, but it does not detract from this intensely human experience - to love and to give. There’s no way a child can repay their parent’s sacrifice - it is a gift given, never to be reclaimed. The best I hope for is that my children will give to others as I have given to them.


