Monday, August 26, 2013

Baby Jacob Reflections: On Baptism, faith, family & friends



This past Saturday may go down in my memory as one of the most awesome days in my life.

Before Kelli and I undertook the sacred vows of the Sacrament of Marriage we were asked "Will you accept children lovingly from God and bring them up according to the law of Christ and his Church?"

We said yes and three years later God let us know we'd be given the opportunity to follow through on that. As you all know by now it was July 23, 2013 that we lovingly accepted Jacob Michael Stegeman into this world, but it was August 24 that we accepted him, in the presence of our family, friends and faith community, into the Church.

With a beautiful ceremony, held appropriately in the context of the Mass, and witnessed by everyone from Jacob's 8-month-old cousin Daniel to his two great grandmothers (one of whom is over 90) Jacob became a part of the faith that stretches back all through the ages.

In Jacob's name, we asked that he be baptized. Before proceeding we, and by extension our Godparent & Christian witness, were asked "In doing so you are accepting the responsibility of training him in the practice of the faith. It will be your duty to bring him up to keep God's commandments as Christ taught us, by loving God and our neighbor. Do you clearly understand what you are undertaking?"

In so much as we can understand such a massive task, we said we do.

Everything from the profession of faith by renewing our own baptismal vows to the clothing in his white garment to the anointing with holy chrism, was just beautiful, but more than that, it was supernatural. On August 24, our son became a new creation, claimed for Christ and we, as parents, are charged to live our vocation by raising him up for God.

I'm rambling, sorry. What I'm getting to is this.

This is a fallen world. Sin and death abound. A culture of death constantly attacks the culture of life and truth must often take a back seat to personal whims. In a culture like this, living that vocation seems impossible. It seems daunting to raise our son in this kind of world.

We know nothing is impossible with God, and after Jacob's baptism I felt even more strongly about just how God will help up in this case.

Our help, provided by him, will be the people standing around the font with us.

There were nearly 40 close relatives and friends there. There was Father Terry, our Godparent Karyn and Christian witness Cari. Kelli's parents, my parents, Jacob's great grandmas, Kelli's and my other siblings, cousins, aunts & uncles, friends, etc.

Past them was a packed church. A whole parish of people who we will meet and work and worship with over the years to come.

Symbolically, united with us there as well was the entire Church.

We are not alone in raising him. Jacob is not alone in being raised. He has a family in Kelli and I. A family in our extended relatives and friends, and a family in Christ's church. He has been marked with the indelible sign of the spirit that will remain with him forever.

I don't know how Kelli and I are going to raise him to be a strong, Catholic man in a world such as this. But I know the grace of God has been poured upon him and that is stronger than any worry.

Thank you so much to everyone who was a part of Jacob's big day. Thanks first to God, His Church, and Father Terry.

Thanks to my beautiful wife who was radiant and kept him calm all of Mass and who will no doubt be the backbone of his morality.

Thanks to our Godmother Karyn and Christian witness Cari, to Scott and Lynne for their help with the party, to Kelli's parents for making her the woman she is, to my parents for dealing with me and to everyone who came or prayed for us.

Thanks also to the St. Martin community for their tremendous welcome, and to the photographer who showed up so we'd have pictures we all can't wait to see.

Thanks everyone. Saturday was beautiful. With your help, and the grace of God, Jacob is hopefully in for a beautiful life.



Friday, August 16, 2013

On the persecution of Christians

Taking a break from the Baby Jacob posts for a moment I wanted to vent a little bit.

I often hear it said that Christians in the West are not persecuted or discriminated against. As an absolute, that statement fails like most absolute statements do, but I will grant that the U.S. government and associated secular culture does very little if anything to prevent the free exercise of my religion. Sure there's issues with the HHS Mandate, adoption laws etc., but by and large, we Christians still enjoy a majority status that keeps our actions tolerated for the most part.

But here's the thing, the U.S. is still kind of a newbie on the world stage. Christianity goes back 2,000 some years and in that time it's enjoyed periods of great peace, and great tribulation, in many countries. Look at the Church in Russia, it was a state religion, then it was suppressed. Stuff works in waves.

Many of us think of Mexico as deeply Catholic, but just in 1917 it was illegal in Mexico for the Church to teach. From Wikipedia, "The 1917 Constitution outlawed teaching by the Church, gave control over Church matters to the state, put all Church property at the disposal of the state, outlawed religious orders, outlawed foreign born priests, gave states the power to limit or eliminate priests in their territory, deprived priests of the right to vote or hold office, prohibited Catholic organizations which advocated public policy, prohibited religious publications from commenting on public policy, prohibited clergy from religious celebrations and from wearing clerical garb outside of a church and deprived citizens of the right to a trial for violations of these provisions."

Look at Egypt right now. More than 50 churches have been burned to the ground and Christians are being killed. For that matter look at the laws concerning Christians in most Muslim lands, they're harsh. 

In Europe, England specifically, where same-sex unions were recently legalized, the Church of England is facing litigation that is is discriminating against gays by not recognizing their unions.

Here in the U.S., we might have to pay for contraception. By comparison, our problem isn't that bad, sure. And I do not see a direct slippery slope situation that turns us into Mexico 1917, or Egypt now. I don't think it's a stretch that we could end up in England's shoes, but I digress.

The point is, when our religious freedoms are abridged, even slightly, it does open the door to more. Politically, that's just how the government works. When the U.S. government takes an inch, it doesn't give it back. 

This is not fear-mongering. I'm not saying we're all about to lose all our freedoms because of contraceptive mandates. 

I AM saying that our brothers and sisters in other lands face a real persecution with some facing risk to their lives, and they're still going to church and standing up for the faith. If they can do that in the face of those odds, surely we can all stand up here where our freedoms are still respected. 

Friday, August 9, 2013

Reflection 12: Ch, ch, ch, changes

So it's been three days or so since the last update. In that time, Jacob started eating again just fine, Kelli came down with mastitis, Grandma Riehle stayed the night while Kelli had a fever and I was at my wits end and I went back to work at Kings Island.

Grandma's stay meant a great night sleep for both mom and dad. She's our hero.

Things are going OK except that Jacob HATES going to bed. First time we put him down between 8-10, he just roars for at least 20 minutes, sometimes longer. There's nothing to be done. If he goes to long Kelli rocks him a bit, if not he will eventually fall asleep.

At the moment, he's screaming his head off again. In fact, it's been almost two hours since his last feeding and he's still roaring. We've checked on him, changed him and rocked him a couple times but still he roars. It USUALLY just happens for this one cycle and then he gets back on track, hopefully it continues.

So leaving for KI this morning was harder than I thought it would be. It was a little like after the honeymoon when I had to leave Kelli for the first time to go to work. I just really didn't want to go. Today was the same kind of thing as I kissed Jacob goodbye, then Kelli.

Once I  got to work, it was business as usual and it was nice to get into a little routine. Jacob is still unpredictable and loud, like every baby ever, but he's adorable and he's ours. We're just starting to learn that life can return in some ways to normal while in other ways it's changed forever. Right now, for example, we're watching Monk on TV, but since Jacob wouldn't stop wailing and its almost feeding time anyway, he's laying on Kelli's chest as I type this. I gotta go feed him soon.

So Kelli got the antibiotics she needs, I got some sleep, work will send a paycheck, and God willing Jacob will go to sleep soon.

Oh, and visitors. JC and Mary stopped by the other day when we took Jacob to the doctor.

Perhaps most excitingly, Mema Stegeman, Jacob's great grandma, got to visit Wednesday. With that moment, and the adorable photo now on facebook, the oldest and youngest people I know were in the same room. Jacob was so calm with her and Mema is still a natural. I'm so glad he got to meet her and I hope she sticks around long enough for him to remember her.

Wednesday night Grandma Riehle stayed over. Thursday Grandpa Riehle brought Arby's for lunch and Friday Nana Stegeman (my mom for those of you keeping track) came over with her friend Di to see the little guy. Nana brought some Graeters.

Anywho, that's the update. Peace out folks.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Reflection 11: No ideas

UPDATE: So when we got in touch with the doctor they said to bring Jacob in, and to hurry since the only open appointment slot had just begun. Again, Group Health for the win.

Dr. Maloney's assessment was that either A: Jacob wore himself out so bad last night he's just too tired to eat, or B: There was some issue with Kelli's stored breast milk. He advised us to go home, pump and give him the fresh stuff. He acknowledged the boy may have reflux but he's not sure yet. He also said to page him later after we try a couple more feedings.

We went home, Kelli pumped out 4.75 ounces and Jacob DOWNED 3.5 like it was nothing. Kelli decided to try a different bottle as well, which may have helped. I'm not willing to say everything is fine just yet, but the kid drank like a boss.

If he does it again next feeding and we call Maloney and he says no worries, I think I'll be just happy as can be with a fussy, angry, healthy baby.

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So I'm at a loss.

Last night Jacob slept through his 7-10ish area cycle just fine, but after that didn't sleep for 10 consecutive minutes until about 6 a.m., and only then because I let him lay on my chest and I just held him.

Also during the night feedings he was a little terror, battling the bottle, but still eating. Then this morning, he refused the bottle entirely. On a whim, we decided to make a bottle of formula and try that. He ate 2.1 ounces of it. Usually lately he'd been eating about 3 ounces of breast milk each feeding.

Perhaps as a result of not sleeping, he's been a big sleeper today (parental napping has ensued) and when we woke him up for his last feeding (formula again since it worked before) he took down only about 1.7 ounces. After both feedings there was no wake time, just a brief fussy time then baby Jacob in a formula coma and down for the count til the next feeding.

We searched the internet high and low for answers with no luck.

Don't get me wrong, we love that he's sleeping a little bit now, but we can tell something's not all right since he'd been doing much better. We called his pediatrician but it's been several hours and we haven't heard back. Guess we'll try breast milk on the next feeding with formula as backup, unless doc responds with a better plan.

All I want is for this little guy to be ok. I moan and complain about the sleep and the diapers and the late-night feedings, but I really truly don't mind any of it if the kid seems to be thriving. When he is struggling, that makes everything harder. He's do for a feeding in a couple minutes, but Kelli's asleep and I'm going to let them both nap an extra 15 minutes so hopefully he'll get more hungry.

So barring a call from Dr. Maloney, we're at a total loss. We don't know what to feed him, whether we should let him sleep longer or shorter, whether he's sick or well, and whether he'll sleep at all tonight.

I may be returning to work at KI tomorrow for a brief 4 hour morning shift and I hate to leave Kelli to deal with him on her own, but I guess its a nice trial run for when I go back to the real job. Here's hoping Dr. Maloney calls soon and gives us some piece of mind.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Baby Jacob Reflection 10, or, Baby Jacob goes to Mass & other fun places

Friday's post wasn't really that positive, and many of these haven't been, but that's the mood of a new parents for you.

While the downers are all true the kid continues to grow and cause me to just express wonder at how someone so tiny can be that strong, poop that much, pee that far and inspire that much awe and love. I'm so happy to have a beautiful son.

So Friday wasn't all doom and gloom. We did get out of the house. We went to the Food Court at Northgate Mall. We were in public with the baby, and it went well. 

Saturday we had Lisa and Mike come by to take some photos of the little guy.(Need a photographer? Check them out here)  He was cooperative for a bit. Later he met great Aunt Mary Jo and Grandma Karen came over again. Grandma Karen is our hero, but more on that in a moment. 

Perhaps inspired by this or by the desire to not remain cooped up at home forever, Kelli decided today we should try taking Jacob with us to Mass.

We did it.

We walked to St. Martin of Tours and stroller and all managed to stuff into a pew and Jacob was a champ, hardly making a sound until communion. At that point Kelli just had to feed him and he was still pretty good. Usually though he gets a changing when he feeds, since he didn't....we he needed a change of clothes right after Mass and thank God for the changing table in the back of church in one of the rest rooms.

On the walk back we got lunch at Wendy's where Jacob got to meet Arnette, our favorite fast food industry worker. She's always behind the register with a smile and a kind word. We know her now because after Mass Kelli's mom will often take us to Wendy's for lunch and she's been asking Kelli about the baby to be as time's gone along. Jacob wasn't sure what to think of hanging out at Wendy's.

Later Sunday Papa Stegeman came by and saw Jacob for a bit.

The reason Grandma Karen is our hero is that about an hour from now...6 p.m., Sunday, August 4 2013, she will officially be baby Jacob's first babysitter. Kelli and I are going out on the town just the two of us. 

I mean when we get back we'll have to deal with nighttime Jacob, who is a pain, but at least we'll have some adult time first. 

Side note, I was hoping the Reds could win the world series in Jacob's birth year.... I've about given up on that.

Peace

Friday, August 2, 2013

10? But these go to 11 (Baby Jacob reflection No. 9)

So my baby boy is either 10 or 11 days old today (Friday, Aug. 2). I guess it depends on who you ask whether the day of the birth is day 0 or day No. 1....I digress.

Today was also a good day. Kelli and I are trying to remember the stuff we learned reading the book Becoming Babywise. If we do what that book says, as others we know have, we should have Jacob on a decent sleep schedule by the time he turns two months old.

He is very clearly NOT yet two months old. We do have a pattern established. He wakes, eats, gets changed, stays awake for a time (occasionally) and repeats. This allows for 2-3 periods of two hours of sleep a night, which I suppose could be far worse. We need to make sure we start the day at the same time each morning where so far, if he's been asleep, we stay asleep as long as we can.

Kelli continues to be a trooper. Not only is she is a new mom dealing with all that, but she has a husband who is on the edge of insanity half the time and she keeps me grounded and doesn't let that send her off the rails. I think its fair to say she's had the usual baby blues but otherwise is doing pretty great.

As for Jacob, he's still eating well and Mommy's making plenty of milk which is great. He has some little blotches or rash marks all over but after looking at a pictorial guide on Babycenter I think it's harmless. At the moment, he continues his plan to make sure mommy and daddy can never go to bed.... We REALLY need to sleep during his daytime naps. Anywho...

Before I go into this next part, let me stress that today was a good day. He had some great wake time/play time, good tummy time and some other random oversleeping times but generally today was really good. This next bit is more just a cumulative reflection..

See here's why I'm so crazy. I deal with stress pretty well. I handle a crisis pretty well. All told, unpleasant moments are often my time to shine....but there's a reason for that....They all end. When those moments end, I decompress.

This doesn't end. This is constant baby crying, changing, baby crying, feeding, baby crying, changing, daddy crying, baby crying, mommy crying madness for the foreseeable future.

Other parents. How the hell do you deal with that? I get it, we have no choice. We're parents and in our self-sacrificial love we just deal with it.... I know that, and I intend to deal with it, but how do you do so without complete mental, physical and emotional collapse? I'm not there yet, but I can't imagine I'm strong enough to go on like this forever without a break.

And again, I know my suffering is minor all told. He's a pretty healthy kid and DOES sleep sometimes. He could be so much worse. I do love the little scamp, but mommy and daddy are humans after all.

Last night to get him back to sleep after a feeding we had to have family sing along hour where kelli and I took turns singing and rocking him until he FINALLY went down. He's been up since 8:30 now (it is 10:11) and he just keeps screaming when we put him down. Kelli's trying the singing rocking approach now. I pray it works.

Eventually I have to go back to work, and I plan on doing my part to help with the little guy. But if my inability to speak or use proper spelling and grammar in these blogs is any indication, I'm going to have to find time for more rest. Mom needs rest too. She doesn't get to go to work and take 8 hours off from being a parent. I'm not sure how we'll make all that work yet, but we will.

We were open to God's gift of a child, and we're open to his grace and will in our lives to raise that child. God, please, please, please give us the strength to do so.

Good night all... we'll leave the light on for you.... we won't be sleeping anyway.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Baby Jacob reflection 8: On on the 8th day...

On the seventh day, God rested. On the 8th, he got back to work. Having a baby means no metaphorical seventh day for us. A good night sleep now means three stretches of two hours, but alas Jacob seems to be growing well. 

My unofficial measurement has him a half inch longer than he was at birth. He's looking around a lot. He's taking it all in. He's doing a great job of sleeping through the day when all the visitors are here, but he may be planning a career as Batman because night time is his active time. 

Mom and dad love the visitors but maybe we should accept a few less folks and instead we could sleep in the afternoon. Speaking of our lack of sleep, the only doctor's appointment in the family today was me. I've been fighting a stupid infection for more than a month but it keeps happening so I'm off to an ENT for a followup. So that's exciting. Good news is that baby Jacob and mommy are doing great.

Today's visitors included Grandma Riehle, Grandpa Riehle who brought KFC for dinner and Nana Stegeman who helped calm the little guy during his night time wake cycle. I'm so glad all four of his grandparents are such naturals.

Some old saying from their era was "It takes a village to raise a child" and connotations aside, that's somewhat true. The love and support of our friends, family and a church group full of future friends have been invaluable. I can feel the prayers of everyone helping my stress levels.

On the milk front, we didn't contact the experts yet. That option is still open, but Kelli kept up with production pretty well today. Pray for her stress reduction as well. 

Anywho I'm exhausted but won't be sleeping since Jacob's playing Batman.

I found this while googling patron saint of baby sleep. I guess its St. Peter Damien, who had insomnia. No idea who wrote it, but I found it on Catholic Answers forums.

Dearest St. Peter, put my baby to sleep. His eyes are tired, and we don't want him to weep. He needs to be awake for tomorrow is a new day, and our dear baby will want to go out and play. Give him some rest and give him some peace, so tomorrow he can enjoy life with ease!