Wake-a-thon 2011

I had forgotten. I’d forgotten how small newborns are. I’d forgotten that they make strange little squeaks and snorts. I’d forgotten that they don’t have a very loud cry, and that their single purpose is to eat. (Yes, they sleep too, but they sleep only if their single need — to eat — has been met, and they sleep only to gather the strength to empatically request their next meal.) 

June Ellen's main interest in her new sister was in tickling her feet. (There was insufficient response for Ellen's taste.) Ellen's main interest in her new sister was in tickling her feet. (There was insufficient response for Ellen's taste.)

I’d also forgotten that a newborn has no respect for night and day, and that despite the fact that their cry is not loud, it is impossible to ignore. There is no restful sleep in the house of the hungry infant.

Ellen tries tickling her new sister's feet Aunt Hanne with June June

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June

On Tuesday, December 6th, our second daughter was born. We’ve named her June Vestergaard Trujillo.

First nap outside of the wombThis time around we opted to take the option of having the birth at home. We did this not because we had a bad experience at the hospital when Ellen came (quite the opposite), and not because we’re dedicated to doing everything the old fashioned way (our tribute to the old-fashioned is pretty much limited to not asking the sex of the child during the scans.)

June Vestergaard TrujilloWe did it mostly for practical reasons: we don’t have a car, and we live in a big modern city, so if anything went wrong, we’re a short ambulance ride from three hospitals. By having the child at home, transportation was not our concern. When the midwife leaves, we’re already in our cozy and warm new house, in December, with our new child.

June Vestergaard TrujilloIt was a great experience, but there were moments when I wondered if I’d regret it. That’s because, even though we knew that delivery usually goes faster for the second child, we were caught off-guard by the pace at which things unfolded. As it turned out, the midwife showed up only eleven minutes before the baby was born.

Lucky, considering

It’s not unusual for victims of CRVO (Central Retinal Vein Occlusion) to permanently lose useful vision in the affected eye. Four weeks ago, I couldn’t read a thing with my left eye (I couldn’t read road signs even if I walked right up to them). Straight lines appeared wavy, and everything had pinkish-gray pallor. And I had little reason to think it would improve.

My healthy right retina, where the arteries and veins look more like tree branches than tree roots. The damaged left retina. Notice the twisted and swollen veins, and the dark spots, which are vessels that have ruptured under the pressure.

But, over the last two or three weeks, it’s gotten dramatically better. Currently the vision in my damaged left eye is almost as good as my healthy right eye (this is possible only because the left used to be the much sharper of the two.) There’s still a slight color distortion, but that I can live with.

Upon being diagnosed, I’d been invited to take place in a research study at the hospital. But today I was sent home after a follow-up evaluation. I was told, “This is certainly not typical vision for someone that’s had a central occlusion.” There’s still a chance that I could suffer a setback, but right now it’s a huge relief to have the use of both eyes.

Tivoli

Lisbeth turned thirty-five on Sunday. To celebrate, we invited her family to Copenhagen. They arrived on Saturday morning, and we had brunch at the house, and then we all went to Tivoli.

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According to Wikipedia, Tivoli is “the most popular seasonal theme park in the world.” But Tivoli can be a little hard for Americans to understand. It’s sort of a theme park — it has rides, and shops, and ornately decorated promenades, but it’s no Disneyland. It’s much lower key than Disneyland. It’s a tranquil experience, regardless of the season. There may be people that go to Tivoli just for the rides, but most people go just to walk around and enjoy the surroundings.

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Ischemia

Ischemia: A decrease in the blood supply to a bodily organ, tissue, or part caused by constriction or obstruction of the blood vessels.

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I know that having a long, healthy life is not owed to me or anyone.

I know that I haven’t always taken care of my body as best I could.

I know that the few troubles I’ve had thus far could easily have been much worse.

I know that whatever health troubles I have now pale in comparison of those to come.

Still, I find permanently losing a significant portion of clarity and color accuracy in my left eye (previously my sharp eye, my camera eye) very, very depressing.

Created equal

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

– United States Declaration of Independence

Well yeah… but there are some exceptions:

  • Anyone who believes that they have a right to clean air and water (they’re environmental wackos).
  • People that think that government does more good than harm (they’re clearly crazy.)
  • People that believe that a great country takes care of citizens that are not entrepreneurs (they’re Socialists.)
  • Muslims (they’re not really people.)
  • Mexicans — especially the ones that break the law to feed their families (They’re taking jobs to which all Americans aspire).
  • Public employees (they’re leaches on society.)
  • Teachers (they’re working to destroy our country by teaching our kids crap like all men are created equal.)
  • Anyone that believes that the wealthy should pay at least the same rate of taxes as the middle class (that’s class warfare.)
  • Gays and lesbians (the government has no right to interfere in the lives of straight people, but should be required to interfere in the lives of gays.)

You haven’t lived…

Until you’ve moved by bike.

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The house hunt

Seven easy steps to finding the ideal home:

  1. Stumble into house hunting halfheartedly — pretty much as a joke.
  2. Set a price limit that, while affordable, limits you to houses that are too small for your family, or require at least the asking price in repairs, rendering your price limit meaningless.
  3. Early on, settle on a house that you’re not particularly crazy about. Go the whole way, paying to have it inspected and so forth, and agonize a good deal about it.
  4. Back out at the last minute, triggering huge relief on your part and crushing disappointment on the part of the seller (ideally so much so that they take the house off the market.)
  5. Return to the hunt, mostly because you want to get the whole thing over with.
  6. On the next outing, discover a house that is ideal and pretty much feels like home as soon as you walk in the door.
  7. Make an offer that, given how quickly the sellers accept, causes you to wonder how much you overpaid.

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Anton Chico

I spent four years of my young life going to school in Anton Chico, New Mexico. Anton Chico is a village of about 600, about 45 minutes from my hometown. It’s the kind of place with one store, and that store is clearly just a room in someone’s house, and behind the cash register there’s a curtain through which you can see the part of the family that is off duty watching TV in their living room.

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The four years I spent in Anton Chico are not among my favorites. I was an outsider, and life is always harder on outsiders in a place like Anton Chico. But I was also the son of a teacher, and that didn’t help. I also didn’t speak Spanish, which put me even further outside the acceptable circles.

DSC_8036.JPG Abercrombies (long since defunct) where I purchased many a candy bar after school Abercrombies (long since defunct) where I purchased many a candy bar after school

I suppose kids are the same anywhere, but Anton Chico seemed rough to me then and seems rough to me now. I got roughed up and pushed around regularly. I lived in a state of fear, and even though my life was never in danger, that fear made a permanent impression. To this day, every time I walk into a new situation, I wonder if I won’t be ambushed. I can’t help but tense up, and think about how I might best defend myself if someone steps out from behind a door and clobbers me. Read More →

Cousins in motion

Storm and Ellen Storm and Ellen Storm and Ellen (with the inexhaustible Frits in the background)