My poor wife was diagnosed with appendicitis earlier today. We were in urgent care around 10pm yesterday after putting the kids to sleep. She was then transferred to emergency room and then surgery center. She had laparoscopic at noon today. The operation went well and she’s recovering. We hope that she’ll be able to come home tomorrow.

We’re lucky to have Dana’s parent around to look after Dao and Dan. Poor Dao kept on asking for his mommy and daddy. Poor Dan ran out of fresh breast milk. He has to take formula for a couple of days because Dana is taking pain medication. She still has to pump and throw away her milk for forty-eight hours.

I am dead tired, but can’t sleep thanks to all the coffee I had been consuming in the last 24 hours.

Our lovely Dan makes our lives a bit easy by being such a good sport. He doesn’t cry as long as he’s fed and clean. The other day, I put the bottle of pumped milk into his mouth and he refused to suck on it. I tried it several times and he just wouldn’t react to it. After I changed his diaper, he finished two ounces of milk in less than a minute and dozed off to sleep.

When he woke up he didn’t cry at all. He was just chilling out and made some noises to let us know that’s he up. I sat by his crib last night and was marveled at how good this kid was. Dao was not like that all. Even today he has to have me or his mom slept with him. If he woke up and couldn’t find anyone around, he would cry and get up out of bed.

Maybe it is still a bit too early to say, but I am very happy that Dan is not as demanding as his older brother. I really do hope that he’ll continue to be that way.

With two boys occupying both of my waking and sleeping hours, I need to adjust my priorities. I no longer have the luxury of blogging. I’ll still do when I get a chance, but it will be sporadic. For now, my time will split between work and home. My goal is to find a balance between job and life without having the two mixed up.

As I was laying down with the two boys on each of my arms, I felt blessed and fortunate. They are my blood and life. They’ll make my blood pump and take my life to a whole new level. I need to be prepared. I need to refocus my energy wisely before I drain myself out.

Just for a quick second, I completely forgot that there was a child sitting in the backseat. While stuck in traffic, I told the car in front of us, “Come on, move the fuck up.” Dao repeated, “Come on fuck.”

Oops, my bad!

Lil Dan got another blood test today. He doesn’t seem to sweat the needle pinching at all. He gave a half-ass cry when the technician rubbed the tube against the old cut then went back to sleep. He’ll need to get tested again tomorrow since his bilirubin doesn’t seem to drop.

Dan has been eating and pooping well. Changing him is a bit of the challenge, but I am starting to get a hang of the rhythm: poop, pee and poop or poop, poop and pee or pee, poop and poop. He likes to do it without diaper. The more he cries, the more he does it.

After spending two days in the hospital holding Dan, we realize how much Dao has grown. He feels so big when we hug him these days. We should pat ourselves for not doing a bad job raising him. Last night he came into his baby brother’s room and shared his Thomas Train, something he has not done before. When we were at table trains with other kids, he guarded his train by putting them under the bridge and covered them up with his hands. He doesn’t take train away from other kids. He just kept on eye on his preferred train and waited until the other kids don’t play with it anymore. That’s my boy.

Another day, another blood tube. Still no cry today even though he was awake. Our lil Dan is one tough baby. He has been closely monitored for his Bilirubin. His level is peaked out today and should come back down tomorrow. He’s also regaining his weigh thanks to his loving mother for her continuous nursing.

Dan gets lots of love from his big brother. When he cried, Dao gave him kisses and told him, “It’s ok baby brother. Don’t cry. Big brother is here.” The first thing Dao did when he woke up was running over his brother’s room, giving him kisses and reading book to him. He picked out the book that he could memorize by looking at the picture. Already Dao proves to be a great big brother.

Dao continues to crack us up with his reasonings. “Please feed me the pear because it’s too cold.” When Grandma told him that her hands are dirty; therefore, she can’t play with him. He responded to her, “Here’s the towel grandma. Clean your hand and go play with Dao.” To grandpa, “Would you like to help Dao [setting up] bowling?” Seeing Dao continues to develop his personality makes me happy. Seeing him showing his love for his brother makes me proud.

Before having our second child, I was a bit concerned that I wouldn’t be able to love all my children the same way. Now I have discovered that I don’t have to love them the same way. Each of them is unique and my job is to nurture them and love them in their own way. That’s what make each child special.

Like mama, Dan lets nothing get in between him and his sleep, even a pinched needle. Yesterday he needed to get blood test for his jaundice. The technician worried that she would wake him up when she pinched the needle into his foot. I reassured her that he wouldn’t. She was amazed that he made no sound as all even when she squeezed his foot to draw the blood. The day before that he didn’t cry at all in the hospital when another technician took his blood while he was sleeping. The first time when he was awake, however, he was bawling.

Big brother Dao shows mucho love for his little brother. As soon as he woke up, the first thing he wanted to do was to stand by the crib watching his brother sleep. He also helped be getting the Vaseline and diaper when I changed his brother’s diaper. He showed his brother his trains and his iPod.

The gap between the two of them seems to bridge well. If his little brother were to come out when Dao was around two, we would have more tough time with them both. We’re also very fortunate that Dan likes to sleep. He was been sleeping so much ever since he came home from the hostipal. His wait has dropped 10% because he rather be sleeping than taking his milk.

Thanks for all the tweets and comments on Facebook regarding to our new bundle of joy. We all went home yesterday. Lil Dan slept like a log in his own comfortable crib. Big brother Dao kept wanting to look and touch his baby brother. Dao is very gentle to Dan.

If Dao is a copy of me (that’s what most people said), Dan is a copy of Dana. Looking at him reminds me of Dana’s baby picture. Dan is doing great. Still, we’re very fortunate to have grandparents helping us out. It would be tough if we were to do it by ourselves. We’ll have a full schedule for tomorrow.

Dung, Dan and I are still in the hospital while Dao is staying home with grandparents. I was hoping we get to go home today because I really miss Dao. Holding Dan in my arms gives me nostalgia. I can’t believe two and a half years had gone by already.

With the new baby, I feel like I am reliving the moment even though the experience is completely different. I thought I was well prepared for the second baby, but Dan isn’t anything like his brother. As we have witnessed yesterday. When he wanted to come out, he waited for no one. I didn’t even get a chance to park the car in the parking garage. I didn’t want to miss the occasion so I just left the car right in front of the main door. I didn’t even have the time to grab the camera out of the car.

Today is only his second day in this world, yet he is already attaching to us. We placed him in his crib and he cried. I picked him up, held him closed to my chest and he slept without a sound. I placed him down and he started to fuss. He’s too adorable not to pick him back up. All the lessons we had learned about our first child had gone out the window. I feel like it’s a whole new journey again and we will have to navigate our ways around him as we had done so with Dao.

I am looking forward to going home tomorrow so that I can spend the rest of the week with my boys before heading back to work. Seeing them together and witnessing Dao showing his affective for his baby brother makes me feel blessed.

Of course my boys wouldn’t be here without the wonderful person who gave birth to them. She endured all the pain throughout the journeys. There is no word I can describe how grateful I am to have her in our lives. Loving her simply isn’t enough because her love for all of us is unsurpassable.

This morning my wife warmed me, “I think our boy wants to come out.” I joked with her, “Then you better start walking.” I was not expecting that he would want to come out two weeks earlier than his due date. I took Dao to daycare, stopped by Einstein Bros. Bagels to pick a cup of coffee, and drove to work listening to Eric Dolphy. I got to work, pulled in the parking lot and found out that I left my laptop at home. As I was about to head back home, my wife called and said, “You better get home. He’s coming out.”

I rushed back home around 10am, called the doctor, and headed straight to the hospital. While going through the registration process, Dana couldn’t endure the contraction. The nurse checked Dana and immediately rushed us into the delivery room. She called the doctor, but confirmed that he wouldn’t make it in on time. Another doctor in the hospital took over the delivery. After five our six hard pushes, our lovely boy came out.

Trương Công Đán was born on November 29, 2011 at 11:50am. He was 7bls and 3oz and 20in tall. His older brother called him “baby brother” and gave him kisses. We’re very happy that he’s now here with us for the rest of our lives.