someone in this family has SERIOUS baby fever. and i’ll give you a hint – this person only wants a baby brother, and only wants to name him deek.
it feels like there has been nearly endless baby talk around these parts recently – what with friends welcoming new siblings, mama in constant baby blanket production and with babies deek and sophie (poor sophie, always an afterthought) never outside arms reach. it has all lead to some funny conversations about babies living in their mommy’s bellies.
a couple of nights ago, sort of out of the blue, i started telling EBN about the night she was born, trying, best as i could, to focus on the details that i thought she could understand. it went something like this and it has since become part of our evening ritual:
for a very long time you lived in my belly and as you got bigger, my belly got bigger too. while you were inside i spent a lot of time trying to take very good care of you. i went on long walks and drank lots of water and even took a nap every now and then. i’d rub my tummy and talk to you and tell you about what was happening, on the outside. at night, your daddy would get close to my big belly and read you stories – hoping you would begin to recognize his voice, through the walls of my tummy. your daddy would always get very tired whenever he read a story and would yawn these big, long yawns. (at this point in the story, EBN first yawns big and long, like her daddy, and then giggles endlessly).
one day, after you’d been in my belly for a loooong time, i went to see the doctor – to make sure you were happy and healthy. the doctor looked at me with a big smile and said – it’s time, the baby is ready to come out! daddy and i were so excited. i went home and showered and then went back to the hospital where i waited and waited and waited for you to come. turns out, you wanted to stay in a bit longer – so daddy and i had lots of time to talk and make last-minute plans for your arrival (when mommy gets anxious, she makes lists). eventually, you decided you were ready too – and so you started pushing, trying to get out. to help things along, i pushed too – really hard! together we pushed as hard as we could and eventually you came out and gave a really loud cry to announce your arrival. (at this point, EBN likes to add, POP!).
while you were in my tummy, we didn’t know if you were going to be a boy or a girl so as soon as you were out my doctor said in a big, strong voice, “it’s a baby girl!!” i was shocked, and asked surprised, “a girl?”, while your daddy was even more confused and asked, “a baby?”.
we cuddled you tight and looked right into your bright blue eyes, and decided your name would be Evie Kayla. Evie, because of your great-grandfather, Eddie. the most just and caring and mensch-y person i have ever known – who cared deeply for his family and his world. i always went to Eddie for advice and guidance and love and,while your Eddie died the year before you were born, the last thing he told me, when i was going through a difficult time at work, was to quit, it was time to start a family. and so i did. and we did. and without his words of wisdom, you wouldn’t be you.
and Kayla. because of your grandma Karen. you never got to meet your grandma karen, and neither did i – but she was your daddy’s mommy and she died when he was still very young. from all the stories that i have heard about your grandma Karen, it is clear that she was nurturing and loving and that she had a gift for bringing people together. she also happens to have had the most amazing group of girlfriends imaginable and they continue to play a role in daddy’s life and we are so lucky to have them in our lives too. without her influence on your daddy, he wouldn’t be the man that i love, and you wouldn’t be you, Evie Kayla.
once we had gotten some good cuddling in, your nani and p’pa were your first visitors – followed by a couple of the mahj girls (including BUDDY!!), aunti stef who happened to be in town from los angeles – and she brought a very special recorded singing telegram – and mommy’s dentist, but that’s a story for another time.
ABN, once he caught wind of what was going on, decided to add his two cents to the story – which included a scary episode with me hallucinating in the final moments of labor and seeing clowns (funny that i had decided to leave this part out!). of course, EBN has completely latched on to this detail and so every night (and morning) she recounts the following: “i was really little in mommy’s belly, then i pushed and mommy pushed, and then there were clowns and then pop, i was out. ” — sounds just about right.Read More