I had a conversation with Chele’ Sterban the other day regarding our baby boys. Her Nikolas is just a few weeks older than Ivan. I was talking about the differences in Owen and Ivan and she said that one of the Nursery workers had even mentioned the huge contrast. Apparently Ivan is the loudest baby in the infant room when he gets upset. Most of the time he is pretty calm but when he’s hungry and begins wailing for the liquid satisfaction he picks up quite the volume. This was told Chele’ with the final words being…”Owen wasn’t like that.”
This is very true, Owen hardly ever cried at all…in fact…when I would pick Owen up in the nursery, the volunteer workers would come to the door all aflutter, praising my quiet and sweet little boy. Insisting that they could easily take him home with them and praising me for my incredible ability to produce such a good baby, they would stand and gush while the parents of those other babies waited behind me rolling their eyes in disgust. I think part of me took it seriously…that somehow his quiet demeanor was credited to me. Now I know better. I have tried very hard to give Ivan as much love and attention that Owen received and to allow him times of crying it out just as I did Owen. Balancing his times of my attentive presence with those times that I have to leave him alone so that I can clean or play with Owen. Yet, his need for attention and his insistence on screaming when he’s hungry are furious and ferocious. He is his own little man, and will not be placed in any mold occupied by anyone before him. When I pick Ivan up from the nursery someone hands him to me and most of the time they don’t even look me in the eye. “Here’s your baby, did you get your bag?” “Please don’t leave anything you’ll have to come back for.” This is my interpretation…not actual quotes.
Poor Ivan doesn’t command the affections of his caretakers the way Owen did but my suspicions are that he will soon overtake his brother in the entertainment field. Ivan is incredibly quick to laugh. He loves to smile and be smiled at, he looks at you waiting for a smile and then giggles when he gets it. He loves to be surprised and his eyes sparkle when anyone is willing to sit and play with him. He is strong and aggressive and full of determination. Right now he is waking up and giving those lungs a work out to let me know it’s time to eat. Better go.