IMR: Entries: 2002: January: 16 — Wednesday, January 16, 2002

Unsettled, Still

My day began at 2 a.m. I surely hope it will end early too.

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Jen checks out the equipment.The ultrasound tech does her stuff.
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Side view of our second child.A little hand makes a little fist.
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Little feet (seen from below).And now we know: it's a boy.
I'm sick. Again. Or still, I'm not sure. It sure came on quick, on Thursday, and the arrival of symptoms (sore throat, fever, body aches, congestion — the works) coincided with an office visit by a delegation from Malaysia. Bur for all I know, I'm still struggling with the same bug that my coworkers have been passing back and forth for nearly two months now.

I slept for most of Friday. Jen and mom were kind enough to keep things in order enough for me to try and sleep for much of the weekend as well. I returned to work on Monday, though, despite feeling like I was only running at 80 percent. And I felt worse on Tuesday, coughing and sniffling my way through meetings and projects and staggering out at 5 p.m. sharp.

Desperate for relief, I sucked down an extra large dose of some off-brand NyQuil™ syrup after dinner. By the time I got in the shower I felt like I was moving in slow motion. I was unconscious and in a very deep, very strange-dream heavy sleep by 7 p.m.

Well. I found myself sitting up in bed, wide awake, at 2 a.m. So I wandered out of the bedroom (as Katie simultaneously wandered in), grabbed a Gatorade, and sat at the computer, where I've been ever since. The sun's coming up soon. I feel pretty good, actually, but I'm sure that'll change by lunchtime when everything catches up with me again.


Fortunately, I'm not going in to work today. But that's because it's Wednesday and I'm still in "burn vacation time" mode. And I'm not staying home and sleeping.

Katie has to go back to the dentist today for the second half of her oral overhaul. And suffice it to say she's not quite as excited about seeing Dr. Moriguchi this time.

How did it go last week? It was no picnic, but overall, it went well. Much better than expected. Katie was unhappy, to be sure, but she was still cooperative, and — more notably — right out of the office she wanted to (and did) eat a cheeseburger from McDonald's, and after a nap, she was acting as if it was any other day. She went right back to school on Thursday, and simply had a new story to tell.

Thank the gods for the incredible resiliency of youth.

She no longer smiles when you mention the dentist, of course, but she also knows her teeth were "fixed," and will proudly show off her metal molar caps to anyone who asks. "No more sugarbugs," she chirps, proudly.

Today's scheduled dental work is less extensive than what was done last week, so I hope that it again ends up a mere speed-bump in an otherwise good day. Katie won't be skipping up the hall to the dentist office, I know. But I'm hoping, desperately, that we were indeed successful in conveying the "it's for your own good" thing. She knows what to expect now, that's for sure.


That same day, Jen and I went down to Kapi`olani Medical Center for the ultrasound. (Katie even came with us, and of all things she was disappointed that she wasn't the patient.) Now, either Kapi`olani schedules all its ultrasounds on the same days, or Jen is indeed in the middle of a May-June baby boom, because the waiting room was filled with bulging women. While we waited, we filled out forms, flipped through magazines, and whispered comments about the seemingly universal grouchiness of all five women behind the reception counter.

Eventually Jen's name was called, Katie cheered, and we all filed into a dark room. The technician — I think her name was Linda — shared the sour countenance as her colleagues out front, but to her credit she knew what she was doing. She got all the angles and measurements she needed, and (briefly) answered any questions we came up with. Except, actually, The Question, to which she replied, "The doctor will find that out for you."

Sure enough, when Linda walked out, Dr. Silva walked in, and basically repeated the ultrasound tour of our baby — just more slowly, and with much appreciated commentary. (Perhaps Linda was frustrated because she knew the doctor would re-do everything anyway.) Dr. Silva had a noticeably more polished, mom-centric bedside manner. And she was more than happy to answer The Question.

"It's a boy," she said without hesitation, then showed us how she knew.

Now, I don't know if it was because the technology improved in the last three years, or because Dr. Silva handled the probe better, but compared to when we got Katie's ultrasounds — when I felt like I was looking at Rorschach inkblots — this time I had no problem figuring out what I was seeing on the screen, be it a hand, foot, leg, or ... other. There was no doubt about it, we were going to have a son.

So, we no longer had to continue the debate over a girl's name — Elizabeth versus Lauren — and now only had to worry about our families' dislike of our agreed-upon boy's name: Iain.

Well... We'll also have to build an entirely new kids wardrobe. (Unless Iain demonstrates an early personal preference for pink.)

And... I'm going to have to get used to the idea of raising a male child.

Don't get me wrong. I know I've often said I wanted a family with four daughters, and I've even joked that any son born would just be eaten. But I would not, could not, love a son any less than I love a daughter. And as far as dry demographics is concerned, I've always seen the appeal of "one of each." (Which would also mean having only two kids, which has its appeal at times as well.)

But the reason I've been so shameless about wanting a girl is, simply, because having a son intimidates me.

Being Katie's dad just feels natural to me. The same way I always thought it would feel, before I had kids, to raise a daughter. By contrast, I've always suspected, always feared, that I just wouldn't how to raise a son.

I'm sure psychologists would have a lot to say about statements like that. I'm sure the fact that my parents are divorced (and the fact that I was mostly raised by my mother) would factor heavily in their theories. And I'm sure there's something to all that, because I can't otherwise rationally explain it. I can say for certain that it's not some Freudian, machismo, jealousy thing, though. It's the opposite. It's insecurity.

I think my friends and enemies would both agree that I'm not much of a man. Or at least, I like to think so. It's just that when I think of sons and boys I think of sports and competition and aggression other "guy stuff" and the fact of the matter is, I failed all those courses growing up. I was a sissy. And while I think sissies can still grow up to be happy people, I'd rather not start my son on the early path to sissiness if I don't have to. I'd like him to have the choice between jock and nerd, or somewhere in between. But I'm afraid the odds of becoming a race car driver or tennis champion are pretty slim under my parenting.

And the thing is, if you're a loser parent and you cheat your daughter out of some important nugget of wisdom, she just goes to a shrink, grows up, and never returns your calls. When your son realizes you suck, he flunks out of school, joins a punk band, and goes on a shooting rampage or something.

Yes, I know this is all hypocritical, because I have no problem saying I don't want Katie to be a "girly girl," that I hope she is phyisical as well as intellectual, and that she could kick some guy's ass someday if she had to... but that's how it is everywhere, isn't it? Parents are lining up to give their daughters non-traditional, male-dominated experiences and opportunities. But you're not going to find many books on raising an artistic, sensitive son. At best you've got little league or martial arts. At worst you've got the WWF.

I know, I know. I'll just do my absolute best. It'll all come to me naturally. I'll have to pretend to like ninja turtles, just like I have to pretend to like playing with dolls. What matters is that they're happy, not that they're "normal." Right?

I better start watching ESPN Sportscenter. Just in case.


And now everyone's awake and ready to start their day.

Strangely, now I feel like I could use a nap.

Obviously, I still haven't gotten a firm grip on this new year. Can we start over?



Comments

You know, I'm told there is going to be a bit of a baby boom 9 months after the 9/11 period. The May/June timeframe puts Jen right in that general area, I think.
Lani (January 16, 2002 9:12 AM)

Congratulations with the boy! As a proud aunty to two nephews and a (pink-loving) niece, I understand the apprehensions about boy babies - my "boys" seem to have been hardwired for naughtiness during the first 24 months (ie. climbing computer towers, messing with thermostats, shouting at Mommy and Daddy even when they're not angry). Don't worry about the "guy stuff" though, for now - all I can say is that curiosity always wins out. If it's any consolation, I've got pictures of my nephew wearing nail polish and a bathing suit, and it doesn't make him any more of a sissy - nor does it change his habit of playing with trucks, dinosaurs, and the Nintendo GameCube. (Though those snapshots will prove to be very handy when he's old enough to act *too* macho...)
Stella (January 16, 2002 11:11 AM)

I love profile shots from ultrasounds! Our baby was looking straight out in "hers" (still not sure -- due date's 2/16 -- even though the technician was. She got a little pissy when I questioned her accuracy). Our straight-on shot shows two eye sockets, very Skeltor. Kinda creepy.
Denise (January 16, 2002 11:57 AM)

Congrats on your son! It's cool that you have one each. I hope I have one each, except I want the boy to be older because I always wanted to have an older brother. Don't worry too much about having a son. With all the gender-bending these days, if I had a kid, I would just be happy that the child wanted to remain the same sex that he/she was when he/she was born. We're both open-minded liberal people, but still it would be nice if your child actually appreciated their gender. Take care!
Judy (January 16, 2002 8:23 PM)

What's wrong with raising a son like yourself? You're GRRREAATTTT!
Lisa (January 16, 2002 9:51 PM)

Yeah, geek boys are the best! You don't want a frat boy son :) Hope you get better (and stay well this time!) Oh, and thanks for the holiday card- I just got it a few days ago; for some reason it took a month to re-route to my new address.
Lisa (January 17, 2002 11:08 PM)

Personally, I don't really see anything wrong with raising a geeky kid, having been one myself. I think that you should support whatever interests your son has, whether it be books or barbells. Even if he ends up being a wimp as a kid, he may surprise you later in life and run marathons. :) But take it one day at a time. Congrats again.
Keith (January 18, 2002 10:05 AM)

I hope that one day your Iain and my Ean can get together and play -- geeky games, of course. :-) Congrats to you and Jen and Katie -- and I gotta say (having seen lots of ultrasounds I have an eye) he's beautiful already.
Dreama (January 18, 2002 12:30 PM)

Raise a son like Ryan? Are you kidding? In these patriotic times, the world doesn't need another subversive type! Hehehe. (Just kidding. Although I have to say it freaks me out to think Katie's age approximately gauages how much time has passed since I've moved to Austin.)
NemesisVex (January 19, 2002 11:50 AM)

I have a 3.5 year old daughter and a seven month old son. I was *terrified* of having a boy. Now I cannot imagine it any other way and I thank every deity that I was given the chance to raise a boy child. Of course we have yet to go through any of the male emotional stuff, just the decision not to circumcise (keep boys the way nature intended) and now watching him discover what is down there during nappy changes. I've been reading _Raising Boys_ by Steve Biddulph, an Australian text, and I think that is going to be very helpful... I certainly plan to raise an emotionally intelligent, sensitive boy and I'm sure his older sister will help me all the best ...
Tully (January 30, 2002 3:58 AM)

Ryan, I had the absolute opposite feeling when I found out that I had a girl... It was like, how in the world can this have happened to me. Then after she was born and clear up until now, a week before her first birthday, I am actually happier for having a daughter than a little boy and wish I could have four girls... Good luck... like the name!
Danny McGuffin (January 31, 2002 11:00 AM)

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