Stork bites (鹳咬)

As a new parent, one of the most common things to do is check baby for any issues: crying is the obvious indicator of something wrong, but it's now our responsiblity to notice anything off about baby's skin color, poop, how she feeds, making noises, maybe choking on something. It's like taking care of a whole new human being who cannot speak or reason at all, you just have to know what's good for them. It must be like taking care of a pet, except less hair (at the beginning) and the pet looks a lot more human and like us. And the possibility of the baby wanting to be attached to us ALL THE TIME, almost 24/7. She is still in a primitive state, wanting to be back in the womb, and any way to simulate that environment soothes her, whether it be being held in my arms, riding in a carseat that simulates the rhythms of the womb, or her favorite position, being held against the chest.....they all soothe her. Being assigned to the POOP SQUAD is a pretty normal for dads, I'm the chief administor/ CEO/ technician/ support staff/ emergency first responder of all things poop, and my nose has been trained to detect poop at any juncture. Luckily, Baby Yan'ss poops have all been healthy looking, there was one stretch of 3 days she wasn't pooping much (less than once every 24 hours) that spooked us, but after that it's been all systems go and back to the normal routine of drinking formula, pooping it out, refilling with formula, pooping it out. The poop has.......begun to smell pretty bad. It has an earthy feel to it like ti came from the soil, something from the nutrients that were put in both breastmilk (naturally by MJ eating different foods) and artificially by the infant formula makers......and it's not something I would want to smell 24/7 hours a day, which is why I try to change out of the old diaper and close it up as soon as possible to insert into the odor-cancelling steel lockbin of a the diaper disposal box. Still, in those few seconds when opening up the diaper and enjoying the nice surprise (it really is like Christmas morning opening up presents) of whether it's a little poop, big poop, muddy poop, old solidifed poop, really smelly poop that seeps through the diaper, they're all possible scenarios before opening up the diaper. Sometimes there's no poop! Yay! But a whole lot of pee weighing down the poop that weighs the whole contraption down anyway. Definitely being on the poop squad is one of those adjustments that hits you viscerally as a new parent, both the frequency of exposing yourself to the toxicity of poop and the immense amount of poop you have to deal with on a daily basis. And that's just the healthy poop, if all things go well. One thing I have noticed while looking around for problems (like a hammer looking for a nail) is the back of Baby Yan's head having stork bites, or little red marks that look like small blotches, why is why they're called stork bites because it looks like a stork bit in a little bit. Apparently they're normal and aren't indicative of any issues, rather more like birth marks caused by dilated blood vessels. When I first saw them I was a little alarmed, but I guess it's a common feeling I will get in the next few years seeing new things on baby that I have no knowledge about. Baby doesn't react to them, they don't seem to be causing any pain, so it's no more cause for alarm. One potentially alarming thing is how weak I am compared to baby's will and iron hand strength, trying to bat my hand away during feeding time or when I try to move her hand to get the bottle into her mouth. She's STRONG, which the nurses indicated on Day 2 or 3 when they measured the oxygenization in her limbs and assessed it as 100% percentile (even though she was born 6+ pounds, definitely not 100 percentile. She seems to have strong determination to get what she wants, which may be a good personality factor to have in the future but a detriment right now when she wants to be fed BADLY.....like she acts like the end of the world is happening and the crying is VIOLENT (she picked up my genes of having a loud voice, I guess) but then the instant she gets food, everything is peaceful again like a sudden thunderstorm passing through. Maybe a difficult combo in the future of being a Sagittarius baby (curious, independent, full of curiosity, and discovering new things) and this whole "needs to get what she wants" personality. oop, it's probably time for the Daddy poop squad team of one to get back on duty again!

Pacifiers (安抚奶嘴, おしゃぶり, 고무 젖꼭지

I guess I need to relisten to that song by Rema and his buddy Selena Gomez that was a hit in 2023 (maybe even an earworm).... I've been fretting about Baby Girl Yan's sleeping patterns, where she doesn't sleep for more than 10-20 minutes during the day. It's a common theme of parents to compare their children to other children, but sleep is so important for the baby and parents to take a nap, so I'd like baby to sleep for 2-2.5 hour increments, if possible. Maybe I'm stressing out a little to much, though, because a.) she's only 3 weeks old and b.) There are plenty of things where Baby Yan is a DREAM baby. She doesn't get fussy unless she's hungry, she is smart enough to latch herself onto her mom's breast, she has no problem pooping, she checks all of the boxes physically. The sleeping is one of the only issues that I'm worried about. Which is why we introduced pacifiers! I didn't know much about pacifiers except seeing it on TV, especially baby Maggie Simpson using it in the Simpson. I don't remember ever having one, and I don't remember my sister using one neither......I didn't even know what they're for! Apparently the function is right there in the name, it pacifies the baby. The first time Baby Yan tried it she spit it out, but today while getting a little fussy she tried it.......and it worked! I think she's still trying to figure out why there's no milk coming out of the nipple yet and still eagerly trying hard at it in case something did come out of it, but it does seem to work the way it's supposed to: calm the baby down so she isn't shaking and fretting for food or some other anxiety. It does actually make her "calm down." Really hoping this is part of the solution to the issue I've had the first three weeks of parenting: always having to hold the baby (we call her the Velcro Baby because she's stuck to us all the time) and comfort her because she doesn't stay still in the bassinet, mostly because she's not calm; always struggling and stretching and doing the Number 1 thing that babies are supposed to do: Go to sleep. Only when she starts going to sleep for extended periods at night will we be able to get back to somewhat of a routine schedule (although we won't ever be able to go back to our pre-baby routine ever of just being free and having beaucoup time for ourselves) Maybe I need an adult pacifier, or I'm making up for never having a pacifier as a baby by having bad habits as a child: still biting my nails occasionally to calm myself down, shaking my legs (MJ's mom has physically touched my leg for me to stop doing this), tapping my fingers, etc. I'm a pretty high-strung persno I've found, and I like to take care of problems as they occur and deal with them as soon as possbile so I can move on to something else, getting anxious when something is a persistent issue, which is why childbirth has made me even more tense; every time baby cries my blood pressure goes up, although apparently not to an excessively high level to prevent me from donating blood. It's possible baby is sensing my impatience and anxiety in the way I'm holding her and it's transferring on to her? I hope not, although my genes have gone to her already and my blood type as well; we might have the same temperament. I already see a lot of myself in her. I need to listen to that Rema song again.

Death by Lightning

First post of 2026! This promises to be the best year ever in the life of Robert Yan.....if 2025 was a preparation year for the birth of Baby Girl Yan and greater things to come, then 2026 is going to be the fulfillment of those preparations, a teaser preview of fatherhood late in 2025 will lead to a full year of newborn life with baby! So many firsts, so many milestones, so many diapers, so many sleepless nights, so much crying, so much happiness... all mushed into one. Baby Girl Yan has had suprisingly few unexpected surprises and worrisome concerns in her short life, making the lives of MJ and I so much easier (for now) as we just need to feed her, change her diaper, and put her to sleep, and a few other things like trim her fingernails so she doesn't scratch herself, sign her up for health insurance, get her birth certificate, social security card.... but all expected challenges and it hasn't been like climbing Mount Everest or anything. I did worry a bit, and still do now, about getting a will and life insurance for MJ and I.......what would happen in the unlikely event of our untimely demise. What would go to Mina, hopefully nothing going to greedy estate lawyers and estate handlers in the VERY unlikely chance that I pass away. (And really, philosophically, if I do end up dying, will I really care about things that happen in this world anymore, including my daughter? Some say yes of course the baby will still be here and will have to bear the consequences, and for a low low x amount of dollars, you can have piece of mind that she'll be left with something! For attitudes on life insurance and wills I present a direct quote by former President of the United States James Garfield and played by Michael Shannon in the recent mini-series on Netflix, "Death by Lightning," assassination, like death from lightning, is hard to guard against and not worth worrying about. I generally agree with our 20th president's philosophy, but then again he was a known figure, maybe the most known figure in the U.S. at the time, making his life simply much more risky than a normal person's life (unfortunately true today, prominent political figures are much more likely to die unexpectedly than silly old me sitting at home). Then again, the fact that Garfield DID actually die by assassination, a sort of death by lightning, might cut against my thought of not worrying about death and insurance, maybe like Garfield I SHOULD worry about it "just in case?" It's a tough thing to think about, of course, death. I've always thought I would never die and have survived 38.5 years without even coming close to death. (Or have I?) Maybe any number of planes I have ridden in was on the verge of total collapse and I just happened to avoid it during that flight. Maybe someone was plotting to kill me at some point over a perceived slight in dodgeball. Maybe I ate really unhealthily one night or had so much to drink (I can think of a couple nights in Mexico) that something in my body could have collapsed if just a little more. But of course the most likely cause of death of any of those, maybe I could have ended up in a fatal car accident any of the thousands of times I've driven a car, I just didn't know the other driver was drinking while driving or just barely passed by me without swerving into me. It's definitely possible that I've just barely escaped death. Out of the grand universe of people, most people end up surviving their 30's and their 40's no problem without unexpectedly dying (cancer and chronic diseases would be things that you could foresee your own death and create a will when needed). So maybe it's okay NOT to have a will? Is the idea of a will and life insurance (I think definitely so in the latter case, because I can have other income to replace life insurnace) to scare nromal people and get people to pay into a system and capitalize off of insecurities, fear, and worries? (So many things I read before becoming a parent now seem manageable and not that big of a deal....Reddit can definitely amplify one's concerns). I guess if I'm wrong and I do die, I'll never find out. And if I do survive till my late years of life I'll think it was a pyramid scheme all along, so I'll never have the idea that it makes sense to do it. Death by lightning (btw, something I get scared about when I'm out running and there's lightning in the distance, I even fruitlessly run in zig zag patterns to somehow "avoid" the lightning, unscientifically).

The Matilda Effect

The Matilda Effect is defined as a pattern in history where women's contributions have been ignored or attributed to male counterparts, basically giving women no credit for their accomplishments. If you look through the history of the world that certainly appears to be the case, where all famous human beings before the year 1600 or so were men......you got the rarest of rare exceptions with Cleopatra (she had to be romantically involved in one of the juiciest love triangles ever with Julius Caesar and Marc Anthony), Sappho the Lesbos poet, and maybe like Boudicea rebelling against the Romans or like Joan of Arc. Other than that, it's all men. Men got all the opportunities to shine, being educated, fighting in wars, being emperor or king, etc. So I get why it's frustrating that when women finally were given opportunities to contribute, some of them didn't get the credit they deserved like Rosalind Franklin for the double helix. I am glad our baby girls is born in an era when the importance of women is recognized and appreciated. It's also a great reason to focus on famous women for trivia clues! The men will come naturally, but it's important for me who idolized only male sports stars, male actors, male historical figures, etc., to learn a lot more about women, because I kind of suffered from the Matilda Effect as well learning everything I needed to know, generally dismissing women throughout history unless they were famous entertainer like singers, actresses, etc. I don't think I could have named any female scientists before trivia, outside of maybe Marie Curie. Now I cherish reading about famous female astronomers like Ellen Ochoa, for example, the first Hispanic American woman in space, or Diana Nyad, who makes it on Jeopardy all the time, or Lise Meitner, who I'm embarassed to say I didn't know the existence of until last year for her discovery of nuclear fission. All these ladies now come up disproportionately on trivia shows because men just have a bigger pool to choose from, but the ladies can stand out now their star shine even brighter. Being an Asian tiger dad, I've of course already thought about what our Baby Girl should do as a profession, assuming any jobs will exist in 18 years when she becomes of age...science is the hope of course, but I can't expect her to do that if I couldn't crack it due to lack of interest/ lack of ability. I took the easy way out and opting not to grind into fields I wasn't good at; Baby Yan might have that same inclination, especially with the lack of attention span her generation will have. (I barely even have the attention span to finish feeding her from the bottle because I want to move on to other activities!) Based on Baby Yan's extreme activity with her limbs (both arms and legs are pretty strong) I'm hoping to get her active in sports, maybe one of the few things that will survive the robot revolution since humans will want to see other humans perform still, not just robot athletes beating humans. Almost everything needs to get started young, but especially ice skating, snowboarding (like Chloe Kim!), gymnastics, everything that requires muscle memory from a young, young age. Neither MJ and I were very athletic, but maybe we can develop the muscle memory needed for golf swings? Take 100 golf swings per day starting age 3? Whatever Baby Yan decides to do, I hope she's able to withstand the Matilda Effect and stand out on her own!

Parenthood (親子関係, 어버이의 신분, 父母)

No TV show or movie has ever depicted the first 2 weeks of parenthood as it really is. Sure, they get the first moments after the birth when the screaming baby is delivered into her mother's waiting arms and the family is overjoyed by meeting the baby (or just relieved after many hours of labor for the mother), that's the exciting part. The mundane, unsexy part that they skip over in the movies and suddenly the baby is 2 years old or something, is the part AFTER those first moments, when they deliver the baby and then....life as a parent begins. I thought there would be some sort of waiting period, something akin to the movies where the babies are taken to a room with all other babies and parents go see the babies through the glass and point out which one is theirs (I'd think it's actually hard to tell because many babies look similar and you've barely seen the baby at that point to know what he/she looks like), but nope, for us the baby was given to us to hold, the doctors and pediatric team left the operating room, we were ushered out to clear up for the next patient, and suddenly we were in the recovery room just the three of us, with 2 of us having no experience whatsoever on how to take care of the third. MJ and I were ready for the first several weeks of childbirth to be hard, having heard from family, friends, Reddit posts, Youtube videos, and parenting books I bought from the library from a different century (before 2000), but the real thing hits hard, especially when you're ALREADY sleep deprived. We'd luckily been able to sleep amply the last few weeks before baby, average being 8 or 9 hours a night so we had banked quite a lot of rest equity, but the night before the delivery we slept just 4 hours (I know, new parents are rolling their eyes now going, that's A LOT) but what with the adrenaline of seeing our new baby, moving into a new environment, and everything being new, I was exhausted already and we were on DAY ZERO of parenting. (Somehow MJ and I did manage to watch Jeopardy that night though). Parenthood, unlike the joyous crying and fulfillment seen in films, is a grind, always being on call for the baby's needs, not sure when it's going to happen or where it's going to happen (could be poop, could be crying for food) but it's dedicating your life 24/7 to something that henceforth you hadn't dedicated to. It's not the "toughest" thing or anything, our baby weighted just over 6 pounds and wasn't hard to carry around, but it's just the constant grind of always having to be there, she's the center of attention, the priority that you have to drop everything for, that's definitely new, which makes sense why parents kept telling me "say goodbye to your previous life." O man my previous life was just a wonderland of free time before this, other than my job, food, and some daily necessities I could do anything; now my schedule is booked up from 8AM to.......well, 8AM. Babies don't have sleep patterns, they don't care about your sleep patterns, and they don't care about day and night. It's a lot of "rinse and repeat."- wake her up, change her diaper, feed her until she's full, burp the baby, hold the baby until she falls asleep.....until she wakes up, and then the cycle starts again. There are no breaks; you cannot call a timeout on parenthood, there are no sabbaticals, winter hiatuses, even bathroom breaks are risky because baby might just choose that time to launch an emergency. It's the full-time version of a full-time job. It's FULL time, like 100% of your time. Well, with some exceptions. Luckily MJ planned ahead and hired a post-partum doula, and after getting back to the hospital our doula cooked meals and watched baby overnight while I could sleep (MJ still has to do breast pumping). A HUGE relief because I was reaching the end of my patience and stamina and adrenaline; those were only carrying me so far until I just collapsed. Now I'm back to my normal schedule of sleep! Yay for me! But also the doula won't be here forever and happy days won't last forever; the witching hour weeks (baby getting fuzzy for no reason) are approaching and the doula is leaving, something I'm really dreading but will be here in a flash. It's like the beginning of the movie, MJ and I have survived the opening rush onto the beaches of Normandy in Saving Private Ryan, but now the real battle begins that we're probably not ready for. If TV and movies were misleading in depciting parenthood for the first 2 weeks (that it zooms by and suddenly your baby is all grown up! Spoiler alert: they don't, the days are long and the years are short, as they say) then they probably REALLY glossed over weeks 2 through 8, trying to establish a sleep schedule and stick with it. THEY REALLY didn't want to show that, really unsexy and just a mundane grind. Fun stuff!

Long Day's Journey into Night

Long Day's Journey Into Night is widely acknowledged as playwright Eugene O'Neill's Magnum Opus premiered in 1956, about a day in the life of a dysfunctional family in Connecticut dealing with various family trauma, but as far as I'm concerned it's the day MJ and our welcomed our baby Yan into the world December 12, 2025. Alternate title: The Longest Day (a film in a totally different genre about D-Day). It started really early in the morning at 5AM when MJ and I set out sleepy-eyed from our home, leaving as a couple but coming home a family. The next few days were a complete blur, with a range of emotions from nervous about meeting the anesthesia doctor who explained the various options available for inserting a spinal block to block out the pain, to being relieved everything was going forward and we would be moving ahead, to waiting for baited breath for hearing our baby coming out of MJ's stomach (wanting that telltale sign of life of baby crying) to elation when finally seeing the baby come through and see us for the first time through the screen (because doctors were still operating on the other side of the screen to stitch MJ up), to getting to touch the baby and being with her, to quiet satisfaction of getting baby back immediately after the pediatrics department was done inspecting her because her APGAR score was high enough to avoid the ICU, to the sudden shock of knowing, "oh shoot parenthood just started" and realizing I was only going on 4 hours sleep, and we were just getting started with the sleep deprivation. Taking care of a newborn is not hard in the sense of "oh shoot rocket science" hard in that most everything is pretty intuitive and just getting tasks done, but the number of things to watch out for and keep in mind and juggle at the same time is hard, especially for the first day when mom just got done with major surgery (if C-section) or gone through labor (if natural) and isn't exactly 100%, and baby could have a number of different things that aren't typical or prevent him/her from eating, or pooping, or sleeping. There's also trying to get breastfeeding done, and learning the delicate art of changing diapers, wiping butt over and over again, checking out the color of the poop to make sure it's right......and if delivering at the hospital like most people do, the endless turnstile of nurses and doctors and hospital administrators coming in to check on the baby. Most of these people are just doing their job and following hospital protocol, but it certainly gets to be a little tedious while in the room to repeat the same answers all the time and check vital signs for the umpteenth time, despite all of the other vital sign readings being very normal and not showing anything concerning. It's a wonder how anybody ever gets any sleep at the hospital, what with the interruptions but also the uncomfortable patient bed that MJ had and a small cot in the corner resembling a footstool more than a couch for me. Oh and always watching the baby. We had some great nurses the first couple days that facilitated the process and answered a lot of questions as well as changed some diapers for us, but I completely understand why some parents want to get out of the hospital as soon as hospital (they do have good lactation experts to help get the breastfeeding process started, and MJ was able to get a bunch of good tips from it.....and the view outside of the hospital room was decent.....it snowed one night, almost to signfiy our Christmas winter miracle! One pet peeve I had was how everyone was trained to say "Congratulations!" upon seeing us even if it was just to take our vital signs. Yes, it's fine to recognize the joyous occasion, but when everyone says it as a matter of routine almost like they've been trained to do it out of obligation, the "Congratulations" loses a bit of meaning, like "Thank you" has in many situations. But enough complaining, now we're parents! It's a wonderful feeling. Baby Girl Yan is everything we could hope for and more. She eats well, poops well, sleeps well, cries but stops crying after predictable remedies to her crying (usually she's hungry) and even smiled on one of the first days. If this is what parenthood is like the whole time, sign me up!- I say naively as we're only barely through the first week and more dangerous times lurk ahead. But we passed one checkpoint: survived the first week of parenthood! (just barely, as some of those long journeys into night the first couple days were not greeted with life-giving, joyous sleep at night, more like continuous monitoring of baby to see if she was hungry or pooped). Those first nights in the hospital were some of the most difficult days just from a sleep deprivatino standpoint I've ever had, sleep deficit compounding like interest into the next night until my body couldn't compensate anymore and got cranky. Both MJ and I were really at wick's end towards the end. And we haven't even talked about the hospital food yet! (TL;DR: it wasn't that bad, but predicatibly plain and surprisingly small quantity).

Cat's in the Cradle

In my unending education about American popular songs, I learned that the song "Cat's in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin (kind of a one-hit wonder singer) is not about a literal cat in an actual cradle, it's about the narrator's son, who he is there for the birth of, but then doesn't spend enough time with the son, always priortizing another activities like work, personal enjoyment, etc., and he promises his son that one he retires he'll spend more time with his son, but one that day arrives his son doesn't want anything to do with dad and instead spends time with his own son, but also prioritzes work and other endeavors, and the cycle continues. Sad story and a cautionary tale about not letting the days with your children go by; tomorrow will the beginning of the rest of my life with my daughter in the new life, and I'll make sure to give as much time as needed to my little cat in the cradle. When asked how I feel about becoming a dad, I usually give an enthusiastic, optimistic response, mostly because I am pretty optimistic and love the thought of having a child, but of course there's doubts about what I will be like as a dad, how much of a time commitment it is, what the future of the world is like. Am I really giving the baby a good chance at at a good life? Some of MJ's friends might disagree. Today on the local light rail I saw two grown adults arguing, both in the wrong. One wanted the other to turn her phone down so the rest of the train couldnt' hear the noise, but she asked not to be harassed and refused to turn it off. On the one hand the request wasn't unreasonable, but requestor shouldn't have such high expectations on a free local city light rail that allows anyone with a pulse to get on; it's not like he's riding first class on Amtrak or anything. On the other hand, the lady could just turn it down a little bit and try to accommodate, or move to a different seat, or explain gently why she didn't want to do that, she had a tough day, etc. Either of them could have moved to a different seat. Nope, none of them did that; both stood their ground and it became apparent they were expending more energy arguing than what it would have taken to just avoid the situation. It became an ego thing, as is often the case with any conflict between human beings. The 2 dichotomoies of life: Today my boss, a great compassionate person who often happens to be a lawyer, approved a SECOND bonus this year to me and asked if I wanted it to go to my 401K. The 401K is good for deferring taxes until later but implies I can't use the money until I'm 59.5 years old, which seemed far away before but now I realize I'm as close to age 17.5 as I am to age 59.5. That's pretty scary. Are 401K's even going to be around in 21 years? Is money going to be around? Are human beings going to be around? On a day when President Trump signed an executive order to curb states' ability to limit AI (probably because he's friends with all the top AI tech people like Jensen Huang) ensuring that humanity is one step closer to being taken over by the robots, I am increasingly anxious about the world that I'm bringing our baby into. MJ made the comparison to the Truman show when Truman finds out about the truth (spoiler alert) about the TV show that he's on and wants to go into the real world, "It's scary in the real world." The real world has so many people like the 2 people on the train, the human species is really really good in some ways but also really really bad in some ways, it's really a cat's cradle (meaning complicated world). Some might choose not to come into the world if they could. So yes, in conclusion, I am very anxious about what the rest of my life is like with baby. This is much more drastic than Day 1 of Law school or Day 1 of a new job; I can always quit either of those if I really need to. There's no quitting parenthood; it's permanent and forever, for better or worse. Everything I've experienced in life says it can be for better, leading a healthy, lucky, loving life (our baby is going to be Friday's child, who is supposed to be loving and giving)....and I for now have enough confidence that I can provide enough support for her even if it isn't. Cat's in the cradle!