Namesake

It wasn’t easy choosing Sophia’s name, but we couldn’t be happier with how it seems to suit her. The nickname Lester was fun while it lasted, but since birth we’ve moved on to more fitting nicknames like Sweet Sophia or Squirmin’ Merman (when we change her she squirms like crazy and sings like Ethel Merman). By the time of the official baby naming I’m sure we’ll have an even longer list of nicknames to share with you. In the meantime, I want to explain a little bit about where Sophia’s name came from and why it is very special.

It is common in the Jewish faith to name babies in memory of a family member that is deceased. Sophia is named after my mother who died from a brain tumor when I was only 9 years old. My mother’s name was Sandra Terry Rick (her hebrew name was Sarah Tovah) but she went by Terry. So in her memory, we’ve named our daughter Sophia Teri Rick Yudell (hebrew name is Sarah Tovah as well). Since my mother didn’t have a connection to the name Sandra, we selected a different “S” name that we thought was prettier and more fitting. Sophia means wisdom in Latin and therefore is an even greater tribute to my mother.



My mother was a woman who believed in bettering her community and herself through education, activism and compassion. She was intellectual, strong and incredibly devoted to progressive causes, feminist issues in particular. My mother’s most favorite cause, however, was her role as a mother to a little girl. She gave her all to this job and always provided me with boundless love, tenderness, strength and respect. In a short time she raised me to be the best person that I can be—someone who gives more than she takes and appreciates the value in wisdom.



Pretty much every day since September 1985, I have looked forward to one day having a daughter of my own to carry my mother’s name and live by these same values. Sometimes when I watch Sophia sleeping in my arms, I think about how 30 years ago my mother felt the same love, responsibility and wonderment when she gazed on her newborn.





Last year Michael, my parents and I established a scholarship in memory of my mother at Sharon High School (in my hometown). The scholarship is given to a graduating senior who has exhibited both academic excellence, and, most importantly, an engagement in and commitment to social and community issues. If any of you out there are thinking about a baby gift for Sophia, please consider donating to the Terry Rick Memorial Scholarship. We believe that this is a special way to honor our little girl and her extraordinary namesake.

November 30th


When we were in the hospital waiting for Sophia to come, I checked online to see who she would share her birthday with. November 30th turned out to be quite a day of birthdays: the great American writer Mark Twain, the British satirist Jonathan Swift, British Prime Minister Winston Churchill, the artist Gordon Parks, the politician Shirley Chisholm, American Bandstand host and the guy who stores his head in a freezer in between television appearances Dick Clark, leader of the hippies Abbie Hoffman, author David Mamet, crooked lipped 80s rocker Billy Idol, and, of course, American Idol champ and the number one reason why I barely watch television… Clay Aiken.

It seemed a great day to be born. My child would share his or her birthday with my favorite author (Twain) and other great American and British artists and politicians. But as the day wore on and it seemed like Jacqui’s stubborn cervix might hold things up for a day, I went online again to check December 1. The three most interesting birthday’s on the 1st were comedians Richard Pryor and Woody Allen and smaltzy actress and singer Bette Midler. Judging on birthdays on that day alone, December 1st seemed not such a great day to be born. Though Allen and Pryor were great comedians, one had a penchant for hookers and cocaine, and the other for his daughter. And would the cosmic influence of sharing a birthday with Midler steer our child into a career as a two-bit lounge singer? I immediately called for the doctor and demanded a C-section so the baby would be born on the 30th.

I take it as a good birthday influence that Sophia has already begun to pen her first novel, a satirical examination of today’s baby industry, written in saliva and spit up on the walls of her bassinet. Anybody know a good agent?

Sophia on the Town





Tonight, bundled all up, baby Sophia and I headed out for a night on the town. Wanting to give Jacq a few moments alone to sleep without distraction, Sophia and I went to a dinner at school to introduce her to the Drexel community who all welcomed her with open arms (although per doctor’s order nobody in crowds is allowed to touch her without “scrubbing in” for these first few weeks of her life).

It was so much fun taking her out–first bundling her up, then carrying her in the car seat to the car, schlepping the giant car seat from the car 4 blocks to the dinner, hanging out, and then reversing course. I imagine my biceps will get back into shape post-chemo even without going to the gym with all this wacky paraphernalia. But it just felt great having her out with me, father and child on their first of many adventures. Some day I’ll tell her about the first time I took her someplace and how incredible that made me feel, and she’ll probably just look at me like I am crazy and head out for her own version of a night on the town which most certainly won’t include me.

On our way home it started to snow lightly, which marked a beautiful end to our special night out.

Sophia


Sophia was a bit fussy today, skipping two feedings then eating, then skipping two feedings again before slurping down an entire dairy’s worth of milk. Otherwise, mother and daughter are doing well, and are both napping as I write this.

Movie Day With Sophia


This afternoon Sophia and I watched The Empire Strikes Back. I know that I have introduced Sophia to the ways of The Force out of cinematic order, but she is already hooked and is insisting that we start from the beginning of the Star Wars series tomorrow. I am afraid to disappoint her and tell her just how bad the three prequels are so I’ll just let her judge for herself.

Today was a good day here despite some Sophia pukage. Her puk-o-meter is now at two, and we are trying to manage Jacqui’s effusive milk flow into Sophia a little better. Because Jacqui had pyloric stenosis–an overgrowth of the pyloric valve which connects the stomach and the small intestine, a condition which causes projectile vomiting and requires surgery at 3 weeks–we are watching Sophia closely. The condition can be heritable, but we are hoping that this is just a passing gasiness, something she may have inherited from her daddy.

Meanwhile, I had an ultrasound of my spleen today to confirm that I am indeed lymphoma free. Everything looked good, and on Thursday I start a series of procedures which gear me up for the autologous transplant that will begin on January 2.

Baby Naming Postponed

It has been a whirlwind. And an amazing one at that.

Sophia, Jacq, and I are at home now with Otis, and our family had a nice night just being on the couch.

We have decided to postpone the baby naming for either a few weeks or a few months. My father had a small procedure last week, and can’t travel comfortably for a few weeks. And for a guy who wanted to be a grandfather just about more than anyone on this planet, we couldn’t go ahead without him. We will keep you updated once we have a new date.

BUT… we will be hanging out at home this Saturday and will be welcoming friends and family who want to come by during the day to meet Sophia (or just stop by to admire my shiny head). So we hope to see at least some of you this Saturday and all of you once we have a date for the baby naming.

Quick Update

Sorry no pictures today, but I am home for just a few minutes and I forgot the camera cable in the hospital.

Sophia and Jacq are doing great. After a few days of having a rough time nursing, Sophia and mom finally seem to be in sync, and the kid is drinking to her little heart’s content.

We leave the hospital tomorrow, and are all excited to be at home. Jacqui is healing quickly, but is still weak from the c-section. We’ll move our bedroom downstairs for a few days until climbing the stairs is again easy for her. Otis is especially excited to meet Sophia, and tore up three plastic bags and ate a hairbrush to tell me so.

We are so appreciative of all the calls, emails, and visits in the hospital. We can’t wait for all of you to meet Sophia soon.

Blessings

At my marrow biopsy last week I had instructed my nurse practitioner NOT to call me, under ANY circumstances, with the results of the marrow test. I wanted to be able to spend the weekend with the baby not worrying about what may or may not lay in my marrow. I just wanted to be free, and not think about lymphoma, and just focus on Sophia and Jacqui.

So much for that plan.

About 10 minutes ago, still sticking to the rules, Lisa (the incredible nurse practitioner who Jacqui and I love so much) sent an email both congratulating us on the baby and adding to our incredible happiness by telling me that my marrow was lymphoma free. Because the marrow needed to be negative to proceed with the autologous stem cell transplant, and because having my marrow lymphoma free is a great sign of things to come, we are thrilled beyond belief and thank my incredible team at Penn who is making me well so that I can enjoy a long life with my lovely wife and our shiny new beautiful daughter who has brought us great blessings in her first hours of life.

And now for a bonus photo of mother and child…