Almost two weeks ago, I witnessed the birth of my great
nephew. That is seriously so
embarrassing to say. My baby
nephew (21) and his girlfriend Samantha brought into this world the sweetest
little boy, Mr. Jameson Thomas. I
definitely shocked myself with how comfortable I was with being there. I did not intend to be in the room….but
it was going so beautifully, I think my mind needed to see a birth go
correctly. To go just the way it
was intended. I only had one
“moment”. The moment Jameson was
born and cried for the first time.
My mind literally paused for a moment and I wished to know the cry of my
daughter. I think that’s normal
and understandable. I didn’t try
to grab Jameson and run, so Id say it was a success. J
I don’t have a problem with pregnant people. I don’t even have a problem with
babies. None of them are
Elliston. In some situations, I
have had to give myself a little pep talk before hand so I can act normal. Of course, little girls make me
wonder. It may make me sad, just
thinking about if Elliston would have hair like that. Or if Elliston would like peas now like that little
girl. I have read lots of stories,
and completely understand how it happens, of women isolating themselves from
anything having to do with babies and children. For some reason, that has not been a huge issue for me. Not that I haven’t had the
feelings. I just don’t sit
there. I think the main issue for
me is baby girl showers. Something
about them just reminds me of mine and how blissfully unaware I was that day of
what was to come. Either way,
Elliston was celebrated and loved and put on display to everyone watching the
ultrasound that day just how stubborn she was. And that she loved The Foo Fighters. Seriously! She would not turn her head so we could see her face. After 45 minutes of sweet talking and
sugar and juice, Colby put headphones on my stomach and turned on Foo Fighters
and she turned and smiled…..well yawned and then a little something I like to think
was a smile J
Birth. It
really is a miracle. Thank you God
for the opportunity to see it go perfectly.
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