My Man
I've got a strong man.
Here's what's Happening in The Den and the lives of Andrew, Jodel, Anastyn, and Myrah.
My Man
Andi and MJ both asleep on the couch.
Anastyn loves Myrah's Bellybutton
So on Friday we decided to head up to East Park Reservoir to join my sister Pam and her family camping that same night. We arrived around 2 a.m. and it was still really hot out. Even worse was when we woke up in our tent at 7 a.m. and it felt like 100 degrees already. Just about the time Andrew and I started to conspire to go home, I decided to join Andi by taking a dip in the water. Everything changed! Since there were no trees, the water was a life safer! I convinced Andrew to jump in, too, and we both were in better moods!
Carly gave Andi a ice cream M&M
Both girls did great. Neighbors (including Pam's family) didn't hear either of them. I've got two great sleepers! Myrah spent most the day in the shade being held. Daddy liked his turn to hold her, 'cause that meant he got to catch up on his reading!
Myrah sleeps on Mommy/
Carly feeds Andi in the background
We only stayed the one night because it really was too hot during the day. I was a little concerned about Myrah since she couldn't jump in the lake when she got uncomfortable. That, and I think she got some sun from the reflections off the water. That night, however, after we'd already packed to leave, it cooled down and was faring rather nicely. At that point, of course, we were wishing we could stay. . . but being packed up already, we headed home and started reading The Shack for our drive.
After an uneventful day with no pre-labor, Jodel went to put Anastyn Marie (our firstborn, now 14 months old) to bed. Nursing her to sleep kicked Jodel into full-fledged labor – the contractions started at 4 minutes apart and 40 seconds long! We second-guessed it for about an hour, thinking it might still be false labor, but at 10:15 momma told me I needed to get Nana to watch Anastyn. The back pain was so bad at that point she said it was definitely time for an epidural. I called Nana and took Anastyn downstairs so she wouldn't crawl all over mommy.
Fifteen minutes later, my wife screamed, "AAANNNDDDRRREEEWWW!!!" and I ran upstairs. "Call 9-1-1!" she urged. I'd never called 9-1-1 before. "Really? Are you – are you sure?" I asked. "CALL 9-1-1!!"
Scarcely had I spit out "My wife is having a baby, like, RIGHT NOW!" and our address before Jodel called to me from across the bed in the master bathroom: "OH MY GOD! SHE'S COMING!!" "That can't possibly mean what I think it means," I thought as I dropped the phone and dashed across the room. But it did. By the time I got there, my wife was holding our newborn baby right there above the floor of the master bathroom. That's right – Jodel delivered her own baby! I got back on the phone with the 9-1-1 operator, and (after congratulating the proud papa) they guided me through wrapping her up, wiping her off, and using a shoelace from my steel-toed work boots to tie off the umbilical cord while we waited for the paramedics.
Mommy and baby are healthy and happy and back from the hospital now. Our firstborn, Anastyn Marie (now 14 months old) is insatiably curious about the new arrival and enjoys pointing out that baby has a nose!
"Myrah" means "myrrh," an incense many know from the Christmas story as a gift from the magi, but which has been an integral part of worshiping God from the Exodus through to modern-day High Church traditions. The "MJ" initials recall my grandmother Mary Jane, who passed away shortly after Myrah was conceived, and to an extent the other Mary's in my family as well: Aunt Mary Jo, Aunt Mary Eleanor, and grandma Marilouise. (Both grandmothers Mary Jane and Marilouise were church musicians, bringing the worship and family themes full circle.) The "Jean" follows a tradition of middle names in Jodel's family: Barbara Jean, Jodel's mother; Jennifer Jean, Jodel's sister; and Courtney Jean, Jodel's niece. One last bit of significance: My pet name for Jodel from our early courtship has been meri jaan, an Urdu term of endearment meaning "my life"; it became her online screen name, and so many of her online friends know her as MJ as well.



Recently (in between family visits) Jodel and I went to a large formal wedding of an old Harvard friend in Southern California. It turned out I didn’t know many people there, and because Jodel and I hadn’t thoroughly reviewed the invitation and discussed our attire before packing, we ended up arriving in something between “California casual” and “business casual” among a sea of 400 suits and summer dresses. Add to that that I always feel a tad insecure in large gatherings of Harvardites because I’ve been in construction management for three years and left the academic fast-track, and you get a feel for my frame of mind walking in the door.
There was something tender and wondrous, though, about carrying our new life – Anastyn – into that setting. She didn’t know she was in a room full of PhD’s, MD’s, Hollywood moguls and world-class endodontists; she didn’t understand that Mommy and Daddy were woefully underdressed. All she knew was Mommy’s gaze, Daddy’s tender smile, loving arms holding her tight, and the kind attention of a few smiling strangers at our table.
As vulnerable as I felt socially and professionally, it was profoundly freeing to see our world through her eyes, where only what is truly important was important. Humble pride welled up as I realized that most of my peers in their residencies hadn’t been married for two and a half years, weren’t sporting a gorgeous, happy bundle of love and feistiness, didn’t know what it felt like to look your newborn that you made in the eyes and have her melt your heart with a satisfied smile. What a refreshing perspective!
I left with a renewed appreciation for the blessing my wife and daughter are to me. Thank you, God.






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