Nan and Granddad

Gary's parents, Ted and Jean, have come to visit. They have retired to Spain (from England), but made the LONG trip over to Korea just to see their newest grandson. We are enjoying their company, and they certainly are loving Elijah.
We're stuck indoors today, with lots of wind and rain, but yesterday was great fun! We went for a walk around the neighborhood, down to the local grocery store, and then to the beach. Elijah loves being outside, and was happy and content the whole day. He's not so happy today, and Nan is working hard to keep him entertained.

Like-minded souls

Hopefully the rest of their week here will be sunny and fun! I've got a hearty beef stew in the crock pot, a loaf of whole wheat bread cooling, and a stick of French bread rising. Seemed appropriate for this damp, grey day.






Here are some pictures Ted took... he's got a great eye!

Lotte Mart down the road

pretty cakes

Korean apartment movers down the street

Free samples at Lotte Mart

gathering sea shells at Daecheon Beach

Shots and Jumperoos

I just hate when Elijah has to have his shots. Poor little man. 

He's on some kind of schedule (given by the doc) where we go in once a week for one shot (every couple months). 

September is one of those months. 

Elijah has had shots for three weeks in a row, the latest one being today.

However, we're done now.... until December.

Elijah has graduated to a jumperoo! No more passive swing-lying for this little man. All he wants to do is stand, so this is perfect.

We are renting it from a toy company we found online. They send the (new) jumperoo, we pay 20,000 won (aprox. $20) a month, and they come get it when our time is up. It's great! I was looking for a company like this, since baby gear is so expensive here. This way, we get to try out different toys, and swap them when he gets bored! 

He likes it (we think)! He doesn't last very long, and doesn't want to be left alone, but I think in the next couple weeks he will start to enjoy it more.

my little 'eggy'

The Korean word for 'baby' is '아가'. It is written as 'ah-gee', but everyone says it like 'eggy'. Wherever I take Elijah, I hear that word, along with exclamations of how cute he is. 'Cause face it, he is adorable.

Today is special, as it marks Elijah's 20th week! That seems like a significant milestone (at least to me).

He can grab things now, and everything he touches goes straight into his little drooly mouth. He is quite particular, and very vocal about what he doesn't like.

He smiles and laughs so much more now! Especially with his dad... Gary can ALWAYS get a smile and giggle out of him, just by looking at him. Me? I have to work at it, making silly faces and noises.

I keep trying to get all these smiles on camera...but as soon as I take it out, he just stares up at the camera.

He's also getting so big! He's wearing 6-9 month onesies/babygros and Korean size 1-2 year old socks(!).
He weighs 17lb 10oz (8kg) and is about 27 inches (~70cm) tall. He's in the 85th percentile for his height/weight... big 'ol boy.



Just for fun, I'd like to start making a short list like this every month...

Things Elijah likes:

- waking up at 6am
- moving. He hates being stationary.
- standing! He ALWAYS wants to be standing. No sitting or lying down for this little guy!
- his daddy
- being naked
- bath time and massages
- eating while sleeping
- his little blue dog lovey, from dear Aunt Carol. He smiles and coos at it, and tries to fit the whole head in                    his mouth.

Things Elijah doesn't like:

- going to sleep
- staying asleep
- eating during the day
- not having your FULL attention
- tummy time
- bottles and pacifiers (so mama can't leave him for very long).
- sitting/lying down
- being carried in the 'cradle' hold. When he's held, he needs to be upright, or facing forward.

We're enjoying him a lot these days, as his little personality develops and he becomes more social. I am trying to cherish this time while he's small, but I am just so excited to watch him grow!

20 weeks old

3 days old

a day, just like any other day

Last night was fairly decent, considering the 4-month regression and all. Elijah was asleep by 7pm, and only woke up once before we went to bed. He was up for a feeding at 1:30am, then again at 3:30 and 5:30. I took him into bed with me then, and he slept until almost 7am. Not a bad start to the day!

We hung out with Gary and had breakfast. Gary went off to work, and I put Elijah down for a nap at 8:30am, and he slept until 10:20 (with a short wake-up after the first 45 minutes - I had to bounce him back to sleep). I got a nap then too. Awesome.

Back awake, and the Gary came home again. Lunch and playtime, and another nap at 12:15pm. He slept until nearly 2pm that time (with just a tiny little wake-up and bounce back to sleep).

helping!

Then we made bread (Elijah helped)...


 ...and went for a walk with Sookie around the apartments.

It was a really nice afternoon, and it felt good to get outside.




Elijah had one more (very) short nap between 3:45-4:20pm. We then did tummy-time and read some books. Elijah practiced rolling over -- which he can do, but prefers not to. He's a bit chunky, and I've read that makes it harder to roll over.

"ma, WHY?"

"ack! so hard!"

Reading one of his favorite books.







Then daddy came home! Yay! Elijah was full of smiles (not shown).




At 5:30 we started the bedtime routine:

First comes nekkid time! Elijah loves this, and coos and laughs and gurgles.
Then there's the bath, which he enjoys most of the time.
After that, he gets pampered with a lovely coconut-oil massage. Lucky little man.
Then he's dressed and has a quick feed.
I walk around the apartment singing to him for a while, to wind him down, before swaddling and one last feed. Then it's bouncy time on the ball, and prayers.

And Elijah was asleep by 6:45 this evening!

that dreaded regression

Yup. It's that time. Elijah is in the throes of the 4-month sleep regression. At this age, babies' sleep cycle starts to become more mature, so they have to learn how to transition between the sleep stages. It's not easy for them to do this, and then throw in new motor skills to practice (in their sleep), plus lots of new synaptic pathways developing . . . you end up with a baby who wakes up hourly (actually, more like every 45 minutes) all night long.

It's rough.

It will pass, but it's so hard right now. I actually held him all night for the past couple nights. It helped, but I certainly don't want that to become a habit!

He eats all night long too, far more than what he eats during the day. I don't really know how to stop this 'reverse cycling', and so for now I'm just going with it.

In other news, it's Korean Chuseok, kind of like Thanksgiving. Gary had 2 days off, which was amazing, as I was able to take naps! We didn't do anything at all, other than the usual house-cleaning. We didn't go shopping (one of the most popular past-times here), and we didn't even go to the beach. With Elijah not sleeping well, I am too exhausted to do a whole lot. We just hung out, played with the baby, went on a couple walks, and watched movies/tv shows together. It was really nice. I wish Gary never had to go to work.

Oh, and Elijah loves his daddy. He always has smiles for him. But for me? I just get yelled at.

looking at daddy

looking at mommy

loafing about

...all about Kathy

Just wanted to let everyone know that Kathy (my younger sister) had her arm surgery!

She went in on Tuesday, September 6th, and the kind doctor squeezed her in. Another doctor had told her that there was no space, but Dr. Rodriguez made room for her. She actually had a handful of doctors attending to her, and had a very positive experience.

Kathy was in and out of there quite quickly, and was home by dinner! Our brother Will and his wife Jeanene flew up from Memphis to be with Kathy. They made her food, did her laundry, and washed her hair.

Kathy's recovering well, and expects to be back in the classroom on Monday - she has a whole new slew of international students (She is an ESL teacher in the Boston public school district).

Thanks for thinking and praying for her (and me!) during this time.

She's only got one arm

[in 2001, I broke my arm right before Kathy and I went on an 8-week European camping/backpacking trip. I was thus exempted from all kinds of unpleasant duties because, "I only have one arm!"]

This weekend, my sister Kathy was in a bicycle accident. She badly broke her arm, and banged her face up as well. Thankfully she was wearing a helmet, or it could have been very very bad indeed.

She is scheduled for surgery (to reset and pin her arm) on Tuesday... her birthday!

Sadly, none of our family live in Boston, but our brother Will and his (awesome) wife Jeanene will fly up to be with her.

This is Kathy's story of the accident:

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I was biking home around midnight from a friend's party. She doesn't live too far from me (about 1.5 miles), so I thought it would be faster to bike than take the subway.

On the way home, I was going down a small hill (so I had some momentum) and saw a car stopped in the middle of the road. Since there was no traffic, I just decided to go around him. However, I did not realize that the T-tracks for the subway line were SO deep! Not like normal train tracks.

My bike caught in the groove, and my bike stopped. I didn't. I flipped over the handlebars and I must have reached out my arm to stop my fall. I also have a cut and bruise on my chin, so I must have hit that too, but no head wounds.

My adrenalin must have been pumping, because I immediately jumped up so that I wasn't in the middle of the road and moved my bike over to the curb. I assessed my own damage and could tell I had a broken arm. It didn't hurt, but I couldn't move it. I felt surprisingly calm. I called two of my friends who I was with at the party but they did not answer. I didn't know if my injury was serious enough for 911, but I called them next.

Good thing I did because suddenly I started to black out and I couldn't think clearly, I had enough sense to tell them I was in a bike accident, had a helmet on, and my approximate location--I didn't have an exact location.

At that point I thought I was going to faint. I was disconnected from 911...I didn't know if they had enough info from me, so I tried calling again, but I couldn't see the numbers on my phone. I felt sort of desperate now. I couldn't see/think straight...I just kept praying to stay calm.

Thankfully, my sight started to come back and I saw some bright, flashing lights go by. I figured it must be the ambulance looking for me. I limped over to the road to flag them down. The EMTs were so nice. They strapped me to a board with a neck-brace because they weren't sure if I had a neck or back injury. They even loaded my bike into the ambulance with me! They didn't want me to lose it on top of everything else.

They took me right to Beth Israel's ER and the barrage of attention and questions began. By then I felt so grateful, that I calmed down and had a nice time. I think the hospital staff quite liked me too because I was so thankful and cheerful, and was even cracking jokes with them (unlike most of the other ER patients who I could hear screaming profanities and other less pleasant things.)

At that point my friends, who I had called earlier, came to the hospital and stayed with me until 2:30am! So sweet of them.

I then spent the night getting an MRI, x-rays, and various other medical treatments. Around 3 in the morning the orthopedic came to check on my arm. Since it was so badly broken, he wanted to align it immediately--at least somewhat. They gave me some Fentalyn (a very strong drug) and strung my arm up for a 1/2 hour so the bones could go back into place naturally. Then the doctor did the rest.

Man, that was painful!

But even then a couple of the nice ER staff came round to hold my arm and offer moral support! Once the temporary cast was on my arm did feel better.

I then slept until morning (just a couple hours), and left around 9:30am for home. The taxi let me put my bike in the trunk, so I am home now with all my belongings.

The surgery to pin my arm and reset it is scheduled for Tuesday, since the expert orthopedic is out of town for Labor Day. However, it is more likely that the surgery will be on Wednesday. Hopefully the surgery won't be too bad. I had such a great experience in the ER, so I am hoping this second visit will be as gracious and good.

This morning I washed my hair, made breakfast, learned to dress myself...and other tasks. It is amazing what one can do with one strong arm and a good set of teeth. I feel like this is a form of culture shock--how can I best adapt to having only one arm and another gimpy, painful one.

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She's so brave! I wish I were there to help her, like she helped me when I had a broken arm. I hate how far away we live from each other. Someday.... someday we will all live close to each other.

[me, Kathy, and Will -- August 2007]