Archive for July, 2011
In late February, Ryan and I moved in with my parents in their luxury townhouse. We brought with us our pets, including our orange cat, Stench. Now Stench is fourteen years old… and for fourteen years he has gone by his name… “Stench”.
Shortly after we moved in, my mother decided she didn’t like the name “Stench”. She started calling him “Stretch”. Not only that, she started enforcing her new nomenclature on everyone else. So we would have conversations such as this one:
Vicky: Is Stench outside?
Mom: You mean Stretch!
This irked me. I didn’t name the cat, so I’m not particularly vested in “Stench”. It has no emotional significance to me. But the cat has had his name for fourteen years…nearly a decade and a half. For goodness sake, he already has an established Flickr tag. Do we really need to rename him this late in the game?
Laid-back Ryan wasn’t phased by the name change one bit… which prompted this conversation:
Vicky: Oh yeah? Well what if she doesn’t like the baby’s name?!? Is she just going to rename him too?
Ryan: Don’t be ridiculous, sweetie.
At our twenty week ultrasound, Ryan and I found out the sex of our baby and shortly afterwards we decided on the name. We were diligently keeping the name to ourselves, but one day driving to my grandmother’s, my mother implored us to share our secret with her. “I really want to know the name,” she said. So we told her… and guess what! She didn’t hate it!!! I was so relieved.
Vicky: Oh good! There were people on the Internet who said they would never name their baby Sagan because it is only one letter away from Satan.
Gah! I said that! Me! I planted that seed.
All seemed well and then a week or so later I was eating breakfast in the kitchen when my mother dropped this line on me:
Mom: I’ve been telling everyone that I’m going to call him “Sage”. The more I think about it the more I don’t like “Sagan”.
Two things stuck out to me. First off, I noted she started with “I’ve been telling everyone” which indicated our secret wasn’t so secret anymore. Secondly, I noted that she did in fact, change the name of our unborn son.
What turned my mother’s opinion of “Sagan”? One of the reasons she cited was “It is too close to Satan.” Me and my big mouth!
Luckily now Sagan is born and the birth certificate has been filled out, we are seeing a great deal more acceptance of his name.
There doesn’t seem to be any hope for “Stench” though. 🙂
With his umbilical cord gone and his belly button healed, Sagan had the go ahead from his pediatrician to get a bath. This pleased his maternal grandmother greatly. She very much looked forward to bathing him. Sagan didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as her.
Miserable Sagan Gets a Bath (Photo by Ryan Somma)
On the package of bath tub, there is a picture of a baby that looks so incredibly happy and bubbly to be involved in the process of getting clean. Sagan, meanwhile, looked like he wanted to flick us off. 🙂
Contrast of Sagan and the Package Baby (Photo by Ryan Somma)
He pepped up in the end though and Grandma was right– he did smell quite a bit better. 🙂
The Last B.S. (Before Sagan) Hike
On Sunday July 10th, Ryan and I went out for another hike. We decided to continue our progress on the Bull Run Occoquan Trail. For National Walk in the Woods Day, we had started at Fountainhead Regional Park and did the first four miles of the trail. This time we parked at the Bull Run Marina, hiked to where we left off last time and then returned back to the car.
Originally, a couple we know were going to join us on this hike. The male was full of jokes about me being delivering on the trail. “Should I bring water and towels?” he kept asking. Ryan and I laughed at his silliness.
When Ryan and I finished the hike, I tweeted how “We only went 4.3 miles…but I think we get extra credit because it was so freaking hot out! :)”. A friend replied that I should get also get extra credit because I was “super pregnant”. I’m not super pregnant I thought.
Little did Ryan and I know, our son would be born just TWO days later. I guess I was “super pregnant” afterall…and we were a lot closer to delivering on trail than either of us ever expected!
Miles 4 through 6 of the Bull Run Occoquan Trail is a beautiful section. The Potomac Appalachian Trail Club has done a great job maintaining the trail which was particularly lovely skating the waterline. I would rank this section more scenic than the first four miles we did in May.
Although at the time, I didn’t classify myself as “super pregnant”, I did notice pregnancy more this trip on the downhills. So that day pregnancy is like hiking in Vibrams— the downhills are more unpleasant than the uphills. : )
Ryan and Carved American Beech (No Poop Message On This Tree)
My first encounter with labor was a brief one– about 7 1/2 hours from start to finish. For the last 4 1/2 of those hours, my eyes were almost exclusively shut. Once Sagan was born, however, I opened my eyes and made up for lost time.
It was then I was able to take in a view that trumps the best overlooks of the Appalachians– Ryan staring at his newborn son. There was a telling intensity to Ryan’s brown eyes. Of all the women on this good earth (billions of them!), it is I who is lucky enough to have seen that look before and to know what it means.
“You are so in love with him,” I said.
After a while, Sagan and Ryan went up to the newborn nursery for some tests and observations. As soon as they left the room, our Labor and Delivery Nurse, Heidi, started to commend Ryan for being such a great childbirth coach. Heidi shared some horror stories of indifferent fathers or fathers who couldn’t deal with their partner’s pain and contrasted them with Ryan’s involvement. To drill her point home, Heidi shared a piece of information I wasn’t privy to with my closed eyes.
“The way he was looking at that baby,” she said, “That is how he was looking at you… the entire time!”
Of all the women on this good earth…
Someone asked me yesterday how the dogs were adjusting to our new arrival. Our first night home, the dogs slept with my mother and father. Since then we’ve introduced them back into our bedroom. I was pleasantly, pleasantly, pleasantly surprised with how easily the dogs accepted having to share a dog bed instead of sleeping with us. I really thought that adjustment was going to be a frustrating ordeal filled with beligerent barks and entitled yipes, but they caught on right away.
One time Jimmie ran into a Timber Rattlesnake on a hike. When I heard the rattle and called him back, there was no hesistation and he immediately pulled back from the snake. I didn’t have to call him repeatedly with escalating intensity like normal and he didn’t try to play with it like he had in the past with Black Rat Snakes. I suspect the dogs can tell when something is really important.
Henry the Beagle seems completely indifferent, maybe even oblivious, to the baby. He’s been going about life as normal, arooing at nothing and spending a lot of time in the kitchen in hopes that someone drops or forgets food.
Jimmie, meanwhile, is definitely curious about the new critter. When he’s permitted, he lays down near Sagan and stares.
Jimmie has always been really attached to me, but this week I learned even he has his limits. Late one night, Sagan was crying. Jimmie got up off his dog bed and without fanfare, silently moseyed downstairs. He curled up all by himself two floors down on the living room couch and he spent the rest of the night there. This marks the very first time in our fourteen years together that Jimmie WILLINGLY chose to sleep in a different room than me. 🙂
On Tuesday, July 12th, Ryan and I were quite surprised by the early arrival of our first child. He was born at Alexandria INOVA hospital at 12:02 PM which means he actually shares the birthday of his maternal grandfather, Lowell. Even though he was born in the hospital instead of our planned birth center, he was born medication free! And even though he was just short of 36 Weeks and was only 4 pounds 13 ounces, he was born healthy!!! 🙂
We named him Sagan Charles.
Sagan is a Slavic name that means “Wise One”, but that is a merely a happy coincidence. We selected Sagan as a homage to Carl Sagan, a great exponent of science and a man talented at communicating and sharing his passions. The landing site of the Mars Pathfinder is named “Carl Sagan Memorial Station”. Perhaps in our little Sagan’s lifetime, humans will step foot at that distant site.
Our son’s middle name, Charles, was selected for my Great Uncle Chuck. Well into his nineties, Great Uncle Chuck continues to set a wonderful example of being physically active. He bikes, works on his farm and once instructed *me* to “pick up the pace” on a hike. And although he is a World War II vet, an accomplished bridge engineer and has been to every state in the union (including Hawaii four times and Alaska twice), it is Uncle Chuck’s favorite accomplishment in life that will stick with me. My first visit to Great Uncle Chuck’s farm, he took me to a section where he planted White Pine trees roughly five decades earlier. “I made my own forest,” he said, “I think that is what I’m most proud of.”
It’s not a given that little Sagan will share Ryan’s affection of science or my love of nature and trees. And it’s not mandatory. What we do hope for him is this– whereever his interests may lie, we hope he does find his passions in life, the things that invigorate him and inspire him and make him thirst for more.
The things that make one happy to live.
On Memorial Day, Ryan and I broke out the kayaks and did a small outing on the Occoquan River.
We put in at Occoquan Regional Park and headed Northwest past the historic town of Occoquan. After we passed where the Ellicott Mill used to be (near Rockledge), we passed under the footbridge and paddled up towards the resevoir. Then we turned around and passed under the 123 Bridge, the I-95 Bridge and finally the Route 1 Bridge. We had a small snack, then turned around and headed back to Occoquan Regional Park.
View Southeast of Occoquan Regional Park (Photo by Ryan Somma)
Northwest of the Footbridge (Photo by Ryan Somma)
Our trip that day was a story of birds. We saw two osprey nests, a number of Canadian Geese and a Blue Heron near the resevoir.
Nesting Osprey (Photo by Ryan Somma)
Canadian Goose (Photo by Ryan Somma)
Blue Heron (Photo by Ryan Somma)
Erasing a Pregnancy Belly Kayaking-Style!
Just like our visit to the Pacific Science Center, I found an instant way to erase the pregnancy belly. Just wear a life jacket! My 29 Week belly was so obscured, that Ryan and I paddled by some boaters that asked if we were training for an event.
Life Jacket – No Belly (Photo by Ryan Somma)
No Life Jacket – Belly! (Photo by Ryan Somma)