Editor’s note: We realize that the postings have been a little light of late, and we do apologize for that; we’ve been busy with moving and trying to settle down into our new life. But fear not: today we start a countdown of sorts, a look back at the first year of Nyan Thomas’s life, one month each day until we reach July 26 – his first birthday. Today, we go back to the very beginning. And check back tomorrow for more!
When we look at Nyan Thomas today, as he babbles, crawls, climbs stairs, cruises, opens every cabinet he can and in general shows an unending curiosity about anything and everything, we can’t help but be a little amazed at how he’s changed over the past year. I know, I know, that’s a silly observation; he’s not exactly the first baby to near his first birthday, and to hit all the developmental milestones pretty much on schedule. But still. It’s a new experience to us, and no less remarkable, really, despite it not being a first.
As we wrote nearly a year ago, our little guy came along at 8:27 a.m. on Tuesday, July 26, 2011, a typically hot sunny summer New York day. I vividly remember the entire day, all of the events – from racing across the Brooklyn Bridge in a taxi at sunrise, to the birth itself, to holding our boy, to my own attempts to give him a bottle for the first time (let’s just say that I’ve come a long way when it comes to basic parenting skills!) That first day remains one of those days where you remember pretty much every moment. Such days are rare, of course, but the birth of your first child is obviously one of them.
Nyan’s first 30 days were filled with (duh) plenty of firsts. Lots and lots of first visits from relatives: Grandma and Grandpa L., who drove in from Iowa; Auntie Emerald and Uncles Dominic and Sean, who flew over from the UK; Aunt Nyo and Uncle Min Han, who drove up from Maryland. First visit to the doctor. Daddy’s first day back at work; Mommy and Daddy’s first encounter with Nyan’s first constipation (as you read in the creatively titled post, Poop.) His first bath, chronicled here. Even his first flirting – on his third day of life, flirting up a storm with Joy, the nurse who was discharging him. (“He’s my new boyfriend,” she told us. “I may not let him leave!”) And, sure, there was the first night where he – and thus we – got very little sleep; there were plenty more nights just like that.
It was a predictably intense and crazy month, with lots of new challenges to over, lots of highs and lows (mostly highs, though, I think it’s safe to say). One of the most remarkable things that we’ve noticed all year long is how certain aspects of the boy’s personality were present from pretty much that first day. The way he looks at and watches everything, for example; his intense curiosity about everything. And the fact that he was – and remains, really – a pretty easy going baby, from the start. At one point I wrote this:
We’ve been remarkably calm, actually, throughout this thing; I think it’s a virtuous cycle: Nyan is a mellow, easy going kid, which keeps us mellow, which keeps him mellow, and so on and so forth.
Of course, these days, he’s incredibly active, but underneath it all, he’s still the same curious and easy going little guy he was from Day One.