Let's just face it- there are going to be some baby pictures around here for awhile.
Okay, as long as babies keep coming.
I took that one when I went over to Jessie and Vergil's house today. Mr. Moon had brought over salads and gyros for everyone's lunch and when I got there, he was holding August. The joy hasn't worn off, has it?
August is being such a good little guy. I got to hold him too. He's very calm today, looking around and being sleepy and then waking up and wanting to nurse. He's very, very good at nursing.
Hey- not all babies are.
And Jessie and I talked about this and how the things they do at the hospital really do not encourage a good nursing relationship. No one really stresses to the ladies there that the first few days are the days when it is most important to nurse as much as the baby wants and perhaps even more, if it's a sleepy baby who needs to be woken up and reminded that it's time to eat. Not only is the colostrum, which is the first food in the breast, important to help clear out the meconium (which is the substance that lines the baby's intestinal track), it helps to bring in the milk. Simply, the more the baby nurses, the faster and easier the milk comes in. Also- all of the interruptions. And to be frank, the beds that they put mothers in are not conducive to comfortable nursing and of course the partners can't get in those beds with the mothers and babies so that everyone is happy and content which is what is needed more than anything.
While we were sitting at the table, I quizzed Vergil as I so often do. I don't know why I do this but I think maybe his engineer/scientist mind inspires me to it and he always answers me so seriously and thoughtfully that I love hearing his answers. So today I asked him, "What is your favorite thing so far about being a father?"
And what he said, after a little consideration, was that his favorite thing was watching Jessie fulfill the potential he had always seen in her as a mother and knowing that she was now experiencing what she has always wanted. He said that he felt like she was amazing during the birth, as he knew she would be, and that overall, for him, it had been a most wonderful experience, but sort of an every-day experience, not especially spiritual.
I told him that I thought that the every-day experiences ARE the spiritual ones. The holy ones. And Jessie agreed with that. I am not sure if he does or not, but I think he is right. There is absolutely nothing less unusual or unexplained or out of the ordinary than birth. It happens all the time. And yet...a miracle every damn time. Especially if people are paying attention.
When we finished talking about it all, I told him that in the book I'd been listening to in the car on the way over, a man had told his son-in-law this: "The day you fell in love with my daughter was a very good day."
And that I thought that was a most appropriate way to express how I feel about him.
A picture I got from Jessie's Facebook page. I think it says more than what I ever could.
I've been crying a lot in the last few days.
Birth does that to me. It opens and fills my heart to the overflow mark.
It is wonder-full.
Here's one more picture.
Is he not brilliant?
Well, look at who his parents are.
Tomorrow he goes to the pediatrician. I feel certain that his chart shall have this printed on the front of it in big red capital letters.
And if that doesn't happen, I would suggest they find a more intelligent care-provider.
Thank all of you so much for your love and your comments and your loving comments in the last few days. I can't tell you how much it means to me to read them. To feel you all here, sharing in this joy. It means a lot to Jessie as well.
One more thing: The pope can kiss my ass. The very small modicum of respect I was developing for him has been completely erased.