Sunday, April 29, 2007

@ 8 days old

At eight days of age, Tate is eating well and sleeping nicely. He's just a sweet little boy. His bilirubin level is still high, though, so he continues to have daily blood tests and to wear his little "biliblanket" most of the time to try and break down his bilirubin faster...O.K. The phone rang, and the doctor called to ask that we get his bilirubin checked first thing this morning, so after that test, I'm back to writing...I was about to say that I read a synopsis of a study that documented the results of several doctors' research from Johns Hopkins University. These doctors found that bilirubin, like fever, is actually a good thing for babies, in moderation. Just as a fever is a natural bodily function to help fight off infection, these doctors found that bilirubin in moderate amounts is very rich in antioxidants. They likened it to a "flexible armor protecting [the baby's] organs," which I find to be a somewhat less fearful explanation than some I've found. They're of course careful to point out that bilirubin does have serious side effects, and that it should be carefully monitored, just as a fever should. Nevertheless, the study suggests that there is also a lot of rhetoric--and in some cases misinformation--surrounding bilirubin, its causes, and its purposes. Whereas much of the literature considers bilirubin a biproduct of the failure of the liver to convert and excrete a waste product, these doctors found it to have a more important purpose because of its antioxidant characteristics.
Here are some cute pictures of little man Tate's fingers and toes, and some words from Gary Snyder's poem "Changing Diapers." Think a good thought for Tate today, please.

1 comment:

cynthia rae said...

little boy tate,
i love your wrinkly crinkly toes,
i'm sorry you don't have two that grow together, but that's the way it goes,
we can't all have webbed feet.
little boy tate,
i love your curly little fists,
grasping grasping to understand what the hell is going on in this foreign land,
don't worry,
we're wondering the same thing.
little boy tate,
and your little boy chin,
i'm watching you watching you from somewhere not so far away.
grin grin grin. sigh sigh sigh. i want to hear the cries. i want to hear your silence. and see you sleep. i'll be coming soon. for now i'll keep watching you slide by me. yawning now. a cry. a squint. a squeeze. preeeeeeeeecious tate. sweet sweet little bundle. you're already my favorite little great nephew.
love, your great aunty from not so far away.
cindy