There seems to be a bit of a baby boom going on. Between August and this past weekend, no less than eight babies have been born to parents whom I know personally. Amazing! I guess the insanely cold winter we had led to some extra close snuggling…!
One of these brand new babies is none other than my niece, born to my sister and brother-in-law last week. Oh, what a lovebug! My mom and I flew to Seattle the day after her birth to meet her and spoil my sister with love and reassurance and home cooked meals. It’s always surprising to me how shockingly tiny newborns are. Everything about them just seems so wee — fingers, toes, ears, chins, their whole bodies tucked up and swaddled. We must have spent 50% of our time just staring at her little face and studying her teeny features while she slept in our arms.
When my oldest daughter Anna was born, we took her to her first pediatrician check-up on her fourth day, just as scheduled. I sat down to wait to be called back, picked Anna up out of her carseat (legs crisscrossed and tucked up to her belly, hands in fists tucked up under her chin), and held her in my arms. A nurse walking by stopped, put her hand on my shoulder and said, “this is your first, isn’t it?” I looked up and said, “yes, why?” She said, “I could tell by the way you were gazing at her.”
I smiled and went back to my baby gazing. Nothing brings awe and wonderment like the sight of a newborn.
Me and my sis, plus the happy family of three above. Missing them so much this week.