Our very closest friends, the ones we spend every weekend with, and share pretty much everything with, had a baby yesterday. A wee little girl. A wee adorable, bundle of smushie goodness.
Seeing my friend in her hospital bed with her new baby has brought back a flood of memories and feelings. Only it’s like looking down the lens of a reverse telescope. There was so much angst and confusion during those first days. People with advice, each one with something different to say. And there was this tiny baby who was so small and fragile, and helpless. And everyone expects you to listen to all that advice and condense it and overnight become an expert, a mom.
And yet there’s this delicious little baby, who is so soft and tiny and who fits so perfectly in the crook of your arm, who snuggles so sweetly into your neck, and you wish you could stay forever in that safe hospital room where the nice nurses change the sheets and bring you food whenever you want it, and just keep cuddling and trying to figure out how that baby came from inside you.
I look at her and her husband and I recognize the movements, the looks, and the worry. I was in their shoes at one point. I can see myself in a similar bed, with a similarly swaddled baby, and the same fears and uncertainties. Then I can see myself in that same bed two years later, with another swaddled baby and fewer uncertainties, and I remember how wonderful it was to be able to enjoy those first few days without the fear and confusion.
I wish I could compress all my knowledge and experience and inject it into them so they would see that it’s all going to be just fine. That how to swaddle is less important than just doing it, or that what you feed is less crucial than just feeding. I wish I could do more than just stand to the side and offer snippets of advice.
But the road is sweetest when you find your own way. And while I’m happy to jump in to help whenever they ask, I can’t wait to see them become the amazing parents I know they will be.
Welcome to the world little M.J. You got yourself some kick ass parents and a slew of people who can’t wait to get to know you!
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