Archive for October, 2008

Finally 3 kilos!

October 25, 2008
Me and Grandma with the doctor

Me and Grandma with the doctor

Today we went to see my doctor and we were all pretty excited and a little nervous. My grandmother and parents were a bit worried, they always are, but the doctor said that I’m all healthy and fine and that it is apparent that I am loved and taken care of. It’s true.

Then the doctor weighed me and to the relief of all I had reached the magical threshold of 3 kilos! That, however, also means that I am ready for vaccinations, something I have rather mixed feelings about. Since I was premature I was weighing only two kilos at birth but I have managed to gain a kilo in about two weeks. If I continue at this pace (and my math is correct), I will be a hundred kilos by the time I am five years old! Oh, boy!

Those darn hiccups!

October 25, 2008
I NO heart hiccups!

I NO heart hiccups!

Man, hiccups are so annoying! And they keep coming every once in a while. I get furious and start demanding some kind of action on my parents’ part to get me out of this oh-so-uncomfortable situation.  Fortunately , they haven’t tried the radical method of trying to scare me or putting me upside down. That would have made things much worse I think.

I used to have those hiccups in the womb as well, since time immemorial actually. It’s something that will probably stick with me for life! But then again, I don’t see my parents have them too much. Well, they keep telling me that those darn hiccups will go away one day. Yeah, one day in the far future when I shall be all grown-up. Of what use is that to me now; I still have to deal with them in the meantime!

I am a monkey

October 25, 2008
A bottle of monkey

A bottle of monkey

From day one my parents have called me a monkey. It’s true that I was very hairy at birth, but they didn’t know that it was a temporary stage and that soon most of it would fall. My Dad was worried and I could see a brief expression of fear and shock on his face when he first set eyes on me. He must have thought: Oh, my God! I’ve created a monster! My grandfather was thinking about future laser surgery to remove hair from my face. It’s really funny!

Anyhow, I suppose I am becoming more and more “human”. As a reminder they have bought me this monkey bottle. They still do call me their “little monkey” and I must confess I do funny faces for them once in a while to earn that reputation. It has become a term of endearment and not so much an expression of worry.

Overcoming eye-infection

October 18, 2008
Sleep, sweet sleep

Sleep, sweet sleep

I have been premature, I was born in the eighth month. My parents asked me why I was rushing so much. Well, truth is, I was very curious and also running out of space. I arranged it so that I was born on my grandmother’s birthday. My father phoned her that day and said: “Happy Birthday, I have a gift for you, you’re a grandmother!” I wished I could have seen her face there and then.

Anyhow, thanks to some previous injections for lung development, I was fine and cried right away as I entered the world with my feet. I weighed two kilos then. My last check-up was at 2.5 kilos. I believe three kilos is the normal weight. I’m almost getting there. Anyway, I’m going to eat more and more, well I can’t really eat but they give me milk so I hope to grow soon and become a big boy soon!

But the past days I have been bothered by this eye-infection. It’s been pretty annoying. My mother keeps putting these kinds of drops into my eye and it’s getting better now. I can sleep a little more this way. Well, I actually sleep a lot! But they say it’s normal and it will help my growth.

The World as I know it – so far

October 18, 2008
My victory pose

My victory pose

I have just recently arrived, I am less than two weeks old. I must say that I am still a little stunned, but I am slowly, very slowly adjusting to this new world. The womb, my previous apartment, was a more comfortable space, but I soon realized that I was running out of space and the umbilical chord was around my neck and a pain in the neck.

The whole pregnancy thing was a difficult matter, so my parents say. From day 1 onward my life was in danger. My mother was close to having a miscarriage and she was admitted to the public hospital. She was prescribed bed-rest several times and they said that I had little chance of survival. I once appeared in my mother’s dream because of her ambivalent feelings towards me. It seems that my father was actually more responsible and he immediately accepted my growing presence in her womb, but my mother was at first hesitant.

My parents had to change doctors several times, but eventually they found one who they deemed experienced and trustworthy enough. They wanted the best for me. My mother then accepted my presence and started talking to me and once in a while I heard my Dad’s voice. He speaks to me in English while my mother speaks in her native Spanish. And guess what? My grandmother who has recently arrived is constantly talking to me in Farsi. I’m getting a little confused here!