On Saturday morning Janeen gave birth to our daughter, Ivy Beatrice Zeitlin! She arrived at 9:45 am and weighed a normal baby weight.
(No, I am not providing the exact weight. Does this figure correlate with anything meaningful? I challenge anyone reading this to explain the purpose of providing a human baby’s exact weight in birth announcements. All it seems to do is help us gauge the precise size of the item recently forced out of the mother’s coochie. Aaaanyway…)
I am thrilled beyond description. And I must say that there is a strong physiological component to parenthood. I have never had much of a taste for babies; I’ve mostly either avoided or tolerated them. I regard human babies with the same faint interest I take in fish in an aquarium. (I’ve purposely selected that analogy rather than “animals in a zoo” because I truly enjoy the zoo). So I wasn’t sure what to expect, even as Janeen’s labor was unfolding.
I’ll be damned if I wasn’t overcome by a crushing and monolithic love the instant I laid eyes on my baby girl.
In that instant I understood at once the responsibility, exhilaration, risks, and the vulnerability of parenthood. I suddenly understood why an infant’s mild ear infection is treated with the frenetic urgency of the Bubonic Plague. I suddenly understood why rational adults believe that people will actually open and inspect emailed photo galleries featuring 172 different images of their child holding a dandelion. I suddenly understood why parents frantically chase an escaped toddler down the sidewalk with desperation in their eyes when the child is a mere three feet in front of them and obviously not in danger.
On Saturday morning, I probably acquired a lot of traits I have always thought were bizarre. I couldn’t be happier about it.
I’m very proud of Janeen. Due to a couple of ailments it took a few days longer than expected to bring Ivy home, and Janeen has handled the minor ordeal with amazing courage and care. At this early stage it is already obvious that my loving wife is also an excellent mother. I’m also proud of our goofball dog Ruthie. More than one person told us that she might be too wild to co-exist with a baby. Others said our former pride and joy would become “just a dog” once our baby arrived. Wrong and wrong. I couldn’t wait to introduce Ruthie and Ivy, and when we did, it was maybe the most touching thing I’ve ever seen: with bowed head and intuitive deference, Ruthie gingerly approached, then nuzzled gently into Ivy’s swaddling blanket. My girls!
About her name:
Ivy is just something Janeen came up with early in the pregnancy, after she disposed of “Annabelle.” I said “hey, that’s a cool name,” and that was that.
Janeen also suggested that we follow the Jewish custom of honoring a deceased relative—in this instance, my maternal grandmother—and I agreed with the idea. My beloved Nanny was instrumental in raising me; as a child I spent so much time with her that she practically served as a second mother to me. She was an incredibly giving and loving woman who cared for my sister and I with a diligence and fervor that was almost scary (in a good way). She adored all children and I wish more than you can imagine that I could share Ivy’s arrival with her. There’s no one more deserving of the honor of a namesake than my Nanny, whose rather unfortunate first name was Bertha.
Janeen and I knew we couldn’t saddle our daughter with the middle name Bertha, so we took on the challenge of finding a decent female “B” name. We discovered that the pickins at B are actually pretty slim. We took a few days to settle on Beatrice, the letters of which comprise over 80% of “Bertha” when scrambled and rearranged. Good enough!
Welcome to the world, Ivy Beatrice!
All the Best May Ivy be the first female world series of poker main event braclet winner.
AND IVY MAKES THREE NO FOUR. WELCOME TO THE FAMILY. IIN THE WISE WORDS O F POP POP ANOTHER CRACKPOT TO LOVE. LOOK OVER THE NAME BEATRICE AND ARTIE (NANNY’S NAME FOR POP POP )IS RIGHT THERE TOO. TWO BIRDS WITH ONE LITTLE GIRL. NOT BAD. HOPE TO SEE YOU ALL SOON.LOVE AA
The other new trait you will acquire is that you will mist up when you read other parent’s blog posts about parenthood. So happy for you guys. Sorry that adorable little Ivy has had a rough first few days but it sounds like she is in excellent hands with you and Janeen.
ps historically, I haven’t been a dog lover, but Griffin IS and the dogs on the streets of New York have been uniformly wonderful with him. It’s given me new respect for the species.
OMG David! Yes, it is really something once one looks at their baby. I imagine you will be a fabulous parent, as your parents raised you well. And Janeen obviously has it in her too. Ivy is such a pretty delicate name. You know, the English name really doesn’t matter whatsoever. The Hebrew is the Hebrew. We checked with many a rabbi of different denominations, before we named Becky. That is why she is Rebecca Lyn (Lionel) but Hebrew (Youel Karen, obvious reason). We laugh bout it. Anyway, we are so happy and excited for you. Ivy looks so beautiful already. Some babies one says that about, but exaggerate the truth, but she is that pretty and soft and sweet already. You are blessed. Lots of love, Jodi/Brian/Becky!
(Oh, and our pet, Huckleberry, at that time was so good with Becky from the beginning. No one should underestimate their pet. Just be fair. It’s that easy, I think. :):):):):)
— Can’t wait to meet Cousin Ivy!! When she’s ready.
Greatest accomplishment better than a bracelet
No matter how hard you try, you can’t run away from 100,000 years of evolution buddy!
Well done and congrats!
Congratulations to both you and Janeen!!!
Welcome Ivy B
Congrats and well done. She’s adorable!
Re: picture #2. You’re obv on a draw. I have bottom pair. I call….Uccck how do you always get there?!?!
Just awesome. 🙂
More congrats. Great job, Janeen.
She’s beautiful! Best wishes and congratulations……I do Know a cute boy for her when she’s a bit older,
Best wishes! She’s beautiful!
Congrats Dave and Janeen!
She is a cutie!
All the best from my crew!!!
lol @ normal baby weight, i also think it’s silly to announce exact baby weights down to the oz, maybe there should just be sizes..
so mucho congrats on your medium sized baby! 🙂
Congrats, Dave! Ivy looks like a great kid.
Congrats on the new arrival.
I’m surprised you felt the emotions you did straight after the birth. Most mum’s feel like that for obvious reasons but the vast majority of dad’s have to grow into them, for want of a better word. We don’t have that bond of the baby growing in us