Special Toys for a Special Boy

Dear Teo,

A lot has happened in the last two weeks.  You got your first cold.  Luckily it only lasted a few days, but that meant a few nights of very little sleep for me and papa.  One morning, your papa was so tired he almost poured ketchup into his tea instead of agave!

You are all better now, and growing like crazy.  The last two times we have taken you to the birth center for your weekly weigh in, you had gained 10 ounces each time.  You are now over 8 pounds.

You are ever more alert and interested in things around you.  Last night I played the piano while you were in my wrap, and you seemed to enjoy it.  Your eyes got big, and you made soft cooing sounds.

You definitely smile in response to us now.  In fact, you smile at papa almost every time you see him!  You have also started smiling sometimes when I play peek-a-boo with you, though other times you stare at me like I'm being strange. 

You are just starting to show an interest in toys.  You especially like a ladybug with crinkly wings.  Several of our friends have given you some really amazing hand-made toys that I am sure you will enjoy as you get older.  I am happy to surround you with things made by the hands of people who love you.

Our friend, Amee Pacheco stopped by for a visit a couple of weeks ago.  She is, among other things, a knitter extraordinaire, and she made this adorable little pig in board shorts for you.  It even has a belly button and a curly tail.

Our friends from Arizona, George and Susan, visited us last week.  You spent a long time snuggled up with George.  Susan gave you this red horse, similar to the green one she made for Sage when he was born.  

My brother, your Uncle Levi, made a beautiful rattle out of wood from a walnut tree on his property in Kansas.

 

Amy Ripley, who was my first teaching partner at the Relief Nursery, knitted a little bear for you.  She had made a bear for Sage, too.  Yours is the smaller, light blue one . . . the little brother bear.

You were also given a very special toy by your great-aunt Elaine (my dad's sister).  This little dog was my dad's when he was a boy.  It was made for him by his great-aunt, Carlotte, a Benedictine nun.  This little dog is 65 year old!

I wish so much that you could have met Dad (your Grandpa Faulkner).  He would have teased you and tickled you and taught you many things.  And he would have loved you with all of his very big heart . . . just like we love you, Teo.

Mama and Papa

Happy Birthday - One Month

Dear Teo,

Today is your one-month birthday.  You have changed a lot in the time since your birth!  You are very alert now, and you are able to track movement with your eyes.  You like to look and my and papa's faces, and at your mobile.  You also like to look out the window.

Your happiest time of day seems to be morning.  That is when you play on your mat and have tummy time.  You push with your feet, and if I put my hands against them, you scoot yourself across the mat.  You also have "Papa Time" every morning, when the two of you play and Papa sings silly made-up songs to you.  

You have started sleeping better at night, and we're not feeling quite so tired.  I've been taking you for walks most days.  Sometimes Papa or Auntie Sarah or other friends come with us.  You usually sleep through the whole thing, though today you spent a good bit of time awake, watching the world go by.

I take you next door to visit Grammy everyday.  You are usually sleeping when she sees you, so she really likes it when you wake up and she can play with you.  A few days ago, she was holding you and she noticed you staring at the ceiling fan, so she turned it on, and you were mesmerized. 

This month seems to have gone by very fast.  Every day brings new surprises, and that is part of the gift you bring to our family . . . an ever-present sense of wonder.

We love you right up to the moon . . . and back!
Mama and Papa

Prayer Flags

I've been working on the amazing prayer flags many of you made for Teo.  I mounted them on colored background cloth.  Now all I have left to do is string them together.

Thank you to everyone who made one.  We are very touched by the thoughtful words and artwork that you all created.  If you want to make a flag but have not gotten it done yet, feel free to send it at any point.  It will be easy to add more after the flags are strung.

I made my own prayer flag today (above) with one of my favorite Hafiz poems on it. 

Your Very Special Midwife

Dear Teo,

Yesterday, we took you to visit Chris Heritage, the midwife who delivered you (and also your brother, Sage).  

Chris hugged me and your papa, and then she turned her attention to you.  You were relaxed and alert while she held you, and she was clearly delighted by you.  It was fun to watch her interact with you in that special way that grandmothers have.  She said you could be her honorary grandson.

When I was in labor with you, Chris was wearing a t-shirt that she got from a triathlon she did.  When I looked up and saw that shirt, and I felt so inspired.  I figured that if Chris has the strength and determination to finish a triathlon, then I could make it through labor. 

We are happy that you will grow up knowing Chris.  She is wise and kind and funny, and it was her generous heart and competent hands that helped guide you into this world. 

Visiting Friends at the Relief Nursery

Dear Teo,

You are 17 days old.  I took you to the Birth Center today to get weighed, and you are 7 pounds, 10 ounces.  The lactation consultant, Annie, said that your "latch" is much improved since last week.  You have figured out how to nurse without chomping (much to my relief), and nursing is going very smoothly now.  

As I write this, you are sleeping in my arms.  You have been sleeping a lot during the day, and not as much at night.  Today we went to the Relief Nursery (my work), and you slept through an hour or more of being held by my coworkers. They were very excited to meet you.  Here are some photos of them holding you.

As you can see, you invariably have one or both of your hands up by your head.  You like to sleep in that position, and when you nurse, you often rest one hand against your cheek, which makes you look very serious and thoughtful.   

Ari (Jayda's daddy)

Blythe

Linda

Katherine

Jessie

A.J.

Lorena

Lori

Beatriz

Lupe

Lane

Debra

Clint

Your First Week

Dear Teo,

You are already over a week old!  You have spent most of your time sleeping and nursing, but you also have had moments of quiet alertness when you look around at your world with a focused, thoughtful expression.  Sometimes you raise your eyebrows, and you get little crinkles on your forehead that make you look like a surprised old man.  You have smiled a few times, mostly in your sleep.  Today you smiled when I massaged your feet.

One thing you seem to really be working on right now is getting your thumb in your mouth.  You have done it a couple of times, and since then I have seen you trying to coordinate opening your mouth at the same time you move your hand toward your face.  Once, you grabbed one hand with the other and pulled it toward your mouth.   You practice this with patient concentration.

Here are some photos of your first week.

Love,
Mama and Papa

Happy Birthing Day!

On Friday, September 18th, 2009

Mateo Kenika Nokose Carpenter

was born at 9:02 p.m.

At Sacred Heart Regional Medical Center

Springfield, Oregon

He weighed 6 lbs., 8 oz

and was 20 inches long.

Jessie's labor lasted almost exactly 5 hours.

Michael "caught" Mateo when he was born, and cut the cord.

Also attending the birth were

our amazing midwife, Christine Heritage, CNM.

our doula, Kristin Collier,

and nurse, Dannette Martin, RN.

We stayed at the hospital for 24 hours, and we are so glad to be back home now.

We are all doing great - strong, healthy and so grateful for our little family!

Mateo is a handsome, sweet, sweet baby.  He loves to snuggle.

He doesn't like diaper changes, and he lets us know with a loud complaint.

Mateo also sleeps well, though Mama and Papa are still a little sleep deprived!

Here is a link to the announcement posted by the hospital:

Sacred Heart BabyAlbum

Waiting for You . . .

Dear baby Mateo,

It is about a week before your due date, and I keep thinking I am going into labor. Maybe it is wishful thinking because I am so excited to meet you. Your papa and I have everything ready. The carseat is installed, your baby clothes and diapers are all organized, the bag is packed for the hospital, and our dear doula is ready to drop everything at a moment's notice to offer her support.

Today was my last day at work. I am usually very focused at work because I love what I do and the people I work with, but yesterday and today I felt restless and distracted . . . ready to just be at home and set aside everything not related to preparing for your birth.

Oceana came over today and we played with playdough. She still calls you "Baby Coconut" sometimes, and she likes to kiss my belly and talk to you. Tonight she told you about the monsters that live in our attic, and she said she'd protect you from them. She just started kindergarten this week, so she feels very grown up now.

Your papa will be home from work soon, and he will probably talk to you like he does most nights. You always move the most in the late evening when Papa and I are talking. We both love you, Little Bear.

All my heart,
Mama

Autumn

When I visited Dad's house in July with my brother and sister, I found this poem hanging on the bulletin board.  It feels a little strange to post a poem about dying on my little baby's blog, but on the other hand, the message of this poem was one of Dad's teachings - something he can offer to us all, Mateo included.  I hope Mateo can grow up with the understanding that there can be beauty and honor in ALL phases of life - including old age and death.

Autumn

Urge me to drop every leaf I don't need

Every task or habit I repeat past its season

Every sorrow I rehearse, every unfulfilled hope I recall

Every person or possession to which I cling

Until my branches are bare, until I hold fast to nothing.

Tutor me through straining night winds

In the passion of moan and pant

The gift of letting go at the moment of most abundance

In the way of falling apples, figs, maple leaves, pecans.

Show me the way of dying in glorious boldness

Yellow, gold, orange, rust, burgandy.

- Monza Noff

Happy Birthday, Dad.  I continue to learn from you, Mateo will as well.

Anticipating

I have been wondering since late last night if I am about to go into labor. I am getting a lot of small contractions, and I just feel . . . different. Mateo has been moving more than usual, too, as though he knows that things are changing.

I can't help but think that tomorrow would be a really lovely day to give birth. It is my dad's birthday. He would have been 66 years old. Tomorrow night is also the night of the full moon, which somehow seems like a good omen.

We'll see, though. Regardless of whether he comes in a day or in a week, I feel very ready to meet and hold our baby boy.

Our Little Bear

After a recent conversation with Michael's dad, Ben, we decided to give Mateo a second middle name. Ben is part Native American, and he asked if we would include a Muskogee Creek word as part of his grandson's name. He gave us some options, and we decided on Nokose (pronounced Nakosee), which means "bear." Ben is descended from the Bear tribe, so this animal has special meaning to him.

Bears symbolize primal power, healing, wisdom, protection, gentle strength and the blending of instinct and intuition.

Our son's full name will be

Summertime

Dear Mateo,
What a sweet late summer day! Papa and I slept in and had a lazy morning. Then I headed over to the Saturday Market to hear Kristin (our doula) in her debut singing performance. One of the pieces she sang was George Gershwin's "Summertime."

Kristin has a lovely voice, but what made her performance special was how expressive she is. She was so playful - smiling, shrugging her shoulders or winking at the audience at different points in the song - as though she was letting us all in on a secret.

Four little girls danced in front of the stage, and you kicked and pressed your body outward, wanting to dance, too, maybe, so I patted you in time to the music.

After hearing Kristin sing, I wandered through the market, admiring the crafts and picking out produce. Several people commented that I looked strong and happy, though I am obviously "about to pop." I do feel strong and happy. I love being pregnant. I love being pregnant with YOU, Mateo.

One of the vendors was selling handmade picture frames, and I picked out one for this photo of your Grammy, my mom, playing the piano that we now have in our house. Grammy learned to play on this piano, and so did I. Maybe one day you will learn on it, too.

It's summertime, and the livin' does feel easy today. And one of these mornings, little one, you will rise up singing.

Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high

Oh, Your mamma's rich
And your daddy's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry

One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky

But until that morning
There's a'nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mammy standing by