So-G celebrates one month in the world…

And what a month it’s been. After basking in the glow of Sophia’s many admirers–grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends–and taking full advantage of the 48 hour hospital stay post-birth (and talking the nurses into sending me home with lots and lots of netted underwear) we returned home to begin the grand adventure of being a family, Fierce-style.

Week 1: Uncle Robbie came and conquered. From bacon wrapped roast chicken (what he called his “make sure I get invited back” meal) to running out and picking up a new compost bin to making me breakfast to order to giving Sophia loads and loads of love, he worked some serious mojo.

Sophia also gave us a glimpse of her inner fierceness when she was kicked out of a bar at the end of her first week. Hardcore baby. We went to listen to Josh play at a local pub (an outing which was as absolutely epic undertaking considering I still had to travel with a special pillow and could barely walk up the driveway) only to be informed that our wee one’s presence violated Oregon liquor laws. She was disappointed that she could not try a local brew, but such is life.

Week 2: Honestly, a blur. I have no idea what happened this week beyond the following facts: She ate. She expelled bodily fluids at a very impressive rate and volume for such a little person. She stared at us wide-eyed. She slept. She ate again. I began referring to myself as “The Boob, Formerly Known as Jessica.” Various aunts and uncles and cousins and friends sent adorable clothes on which Sophia expelled said bodily fluids.  We bathed her and did not drown her. Food appeared in our fridge by the grace of loving and generous family and friends (thank you Anne, Mandie/Blaise/Morgan/Brynn, Kathy, Ali/Fritz, Pierce clan!). She wore many adorable hats. And our hearts filled to overflowing day after day after day.

Week 3: East coast grandma (aka Mema) arrived. She and Sophia got along swimmingly. We took So-G to her first Portland farmers market, a concert that was not at a bar so she was able to stay and listen to Josh play, and visited my students who treated Baby Fierce like a rock star…an appropriate response I think:-)

Week 4: Another concert (made possible by Auntie Claire’s mad driving and baby holding skills) where Sophia soaked up the sounds of music she heard back in the womb days. Read alouds of Lonesome Dove. Sing alongs to Bohemian Rhapsody. Lots and lots of cuddle time. Lots. My first solo bathing venture during which I did not drown my daughter (made possible by the following mantra: “I have a masters. I can handle bathing a baby.”) Skype conversations with far away beloveds. Joy upon joy.

Still to come: a trip to Southern California to meet Auntie Emma. Face time with her great grandparents Geddry. A naming ceremony at the end of May where she’ll meet her great grandma Nana Billie, Auntie Heather, Great Auntie Lynne and Uncle Aaron and assorted Geddrys of the cousin, great-aunt and great-uncle variety. Hopefully an east coast trip to connect So-G with her New England roots. An epic camping venture for Papa Geddry’s 80th birthday. And further unfolding of the blossom known as Sophia Grace.

About jessicaepierce

Jessica Pierce has worked a a farm hand, file clerk, bicycle mechanic and teaching poet. After taking up space every where from the San Joaquin Valley to Arkansas to Boston to Guatemala to India to Oakland, she now lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband, a sitar player, and their two year old daughter. As the lead teacher and language arts teacher at an alternative school outside of Portland, she works with high school students at risk of dropping out. She also teaches summer creative writing classes at St. Mary's Academy in downtown Portland. Her work has been published in the Painted Bridge Quarterly, the Christian Science Monitor weekly magazine, outwardlink.net, The Times of India (Kolkata), and the Northwest Review, which nominated her for Meridian magazine’s 2007 Best New Poets anthology. She’s had the privilege of studying with Rosanna Warren, Dorianne Laux, Pimone Triplett, Sam Witt and Jorie Graham.
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