A week after the flood |
[posted by Nat] |
My sweet boy,
It's hard to believe that a week ago today I was standing in the kitchen and suddenly had a weird sensation that made me rush to the bathroom. My water had broken and you, little Benjamin, had announced that you were ready to make your debut. And our lives were about to completely change -- not that we hadn't been expecting the change for 9 months, but it was quite a shock when things actually started to happen.
It's a week later now, and we've had many many feedings (and many many attempts at proper latching -- we're getting better at it), lots of diapers of various colors, not to mention an Independence Day evening spent in a lovely delivery room (a beautiful view of a huge, old tree and the top ridge of the very southern porch of the hospital, wooden floors, wood furniture, a peaceful mural of a bench by a creek that Maman stared at intently while trying not to think about the contractions and just breathe) during which we either didn't hear or didn't notice the fireworks going on a mile away. (Meanwhile, the doctor went to sit under the fireworks while waiting for you to make your way down the birth canal). Maman has even gotten a bit of a grip on her fear that something could happen to you if no one is beside you 24/7 and both your parents now sleep in their own bed instead of one of them being stationed on the floor of your room (and that was mostly poor Papa...).
And we love to sneak into your room and admire you while you sleep, not quite believing that you are ours, our beautiful little boy.
It's hard to believe that a week ago today I was standing in the kitchen and suddenly had a weird sensation that made me rush to the bathroom. My water had broken and you, little Benjamin, had announced that you were ready to make your debut. And our lives were about to completely change -- not that we hadn't been expecting the change for 9 months, but it was quite a shock when things actually started to happen.
It's a week later now, and we've had many many feedings (and many many attempts at proper latching -- we're getting better at it), lots of diapers of various colors, not to mention an Independence Day evening spent in a lovely delivery room (a beautiful view of a huge, old tree and the top ridge of the very southern porch of the hospital, wooden floors, wood furniture, a peaceful mural of a bench by a creek that Maman stared at intently while trying not to think about the contractions and just breathe) during which we either didn't hear or didn't notice the fireworks going on a mile away. (Meanwhile, the doctor went to sit under the fireworks while waiting for you to make your way down the birth canal). Maman has even gotten a bit of a grip on her fear that something could happen to you if no one is beside you 24/7 and both your parents now sleep in their own bed instead of one of them being stationed on the floor of your room (and that was mostly poor Papa...).
And we love to sneak into your room and admire you while you sleep, not quite believing that you are ours, our beautiful little boy.
Bisous,
ta maman
ta maman
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