Well, it’s been one week since Sol was born and people are accusing me of being a ridiculously PROUD FATHER! Yeah, ok. It’s true. I hog the baby. I pick her up and can’t put her down. I take her everywhere. I tell everyone that our baby is perfect. Guilty as charged.
I don’t know. You tell me. Is she a spitting image of her old man or what?
(In case you’re confused, that’s me on the left and Soleil on the right)
After the birth we ended up staying in the hospital for two days. Stevie was tore up from the floor up and she needed recovery time. She is so tough.
I said it throughout the pregnancy, and I’ll say it again here. If birthing was the job of the male, our species would be extinct.
Good job women.
The hospital here in Lima was a tough hang. Despite being the best in Peru, we found it uncomfortable and hard to rest. Someone was always barging in for some pointless reason. We even requested a “do not disturb” sign for the door, which proved utterly useless.
Despite the hang, we did our best to rest. Sol was a complete angel. She just slept and ate. She is the best baby ever.
The last straw was the hospital food. I don’t mean to be a complainer. I know a lot of people in the world go hungry and that we should appreciate every meal we enjoy, but after Stevie’s marathon labor it was hard to watch her struggle with the mystery meat and green spaghetti that was presumably meant to be pesto. We decided to check out and finish our recovery at our apartment where Noni was waiting with delicious home cooked meals!
We packed up and Roxanna gave us a lift back to Miraflores. I’ve got to say, the baby carrier feels a lot better with a live baby in it. I no longer feel like a dork. And now people rush to open the door for me. It’s nice actually.
“Pardon me, coming through, baby on board…”
It didn’t take long to fall back into our daily routine. Here Sol and I are having breakfast while I get caught up on Outdoorplay. Like I said, she goes everywhere I go, including to work.
Since Soleil was born a couple weeks early, the one thing we hadn’t done yet was purchase her bed. We were still debating whether we wanted to buy a co-sleeper or a crib or what?
And then I saw it. I was waiting in the vets office while Kiki was getting a check-up. I gazed across the room and saw a little nest, tucked away on the top shelf in the back of the room. It was pink. It was soft. It was perfect. The only thing left was convincing Stevie to see past the fact that it was designed for a small Taco Bell lap dog.
After Stevie and Noni had a good laugh, they dressed it up and we all decided that it actually works pretty well.
So yeah, our daughter sleeps in a dog bed. And she loves it. She’ll probably out grow it in less than a week, but I already scoped out the labradoodle size.
One thing I have to say about Soleil is that she is one hell of a good baby. Leading up to the birth everyone warned us about the lack of sleep we’d be experiencing. Long nights, sleep deprivation, etc..
I think we must have won the lottery because 1) Sol hardly ever cries, and 2) she sleeps for long stretches. We actually have to wake her up to feed. We’re already getting full nights sleep. I don’t want to jinx ourselves, but so far this is butter!
Look at these hands! She has such long beautiful fingers. She is gonna be an amazing rock climber. I bet she could already hand jam!
She also has long beautiful legs and big feet. She was born at the top end of average length for a baby. Stevie’s biological father was 6’4″, and the people on my side of the family aren’t exactly short. We’re thinking Sol is going to be tall.
Neither Stevie or I have ever really been around babies, so everything is new to us. We’re learning as we go. Below, Noni teaches us how to give her a bath. Soleil wasn’t impressed.
Ever since Stevie got pregnant I’ve been intimately involved in all aspects of the process. I went to every single doctor’s appointment. I was Stevie’s personal nutrition and exercise coach. I was her birthing coach. And since Soleil was born I’ve been involved in everything from changing diapers to teaching her a solid climbing grip.
But I quickly learned that the one thing I couldn’t do was breast feed her. I’ll be honest, I was feeling left out. I tried to get involed by feeding Mama while she fed Sol. But I still felt empty.
Then I decided that I refuse to feel like an inadequate father just cause I can’t breast feed. I have plenty to offer you Sol. This is called Sierra Andina Pale Ale.
Hecho en Peru, just like you.
Every day keeps on getting better with Soleil. We’re in heaven.