I'm back! After a three month hiatus
I've realised that my absence has gone beyond the casual avoiding eye
contact kind of snub. We are right in the thick of a cross the street
once you see the other person approaching type of blank now. I'm very
sorry and hope that once I start updating more regularly that we will
be on a mutual smile and head nod basis.
Thinking back over the happenings of
the past three months there is one life event (excuse the Facebook
timeline lingo) that stands out above all else, even my $50 Lotto
win. That is, my bourbon drinking, student flat dwelling, 21 year old
baby brother had a baby. Not just any baby either, this child is
gorgeous. You're probably thinking I'm a tad biased about now but I
kid you not- this wee bundle came out looking ready for her closeup
in a Huggie's shoot.
I was lucky enough to meet Sadie when
she was fresh out of the oven and have to admit that holding her in
my arms as she made the simplest things like blinking and sneezing
cuter than any YouTube clip featuring Pandas, I finally got it.
Babies are a bit nice aren't they?
My mother often regales the story of
how the nurses told her I was the cutest newborn they'd ever seen. I
always found it amusing that she actually believed them. The fact is,
nobody's going to tell you that your baby is a bit funny looking
really, much less if their livelihood depends on your comfort. Now
though I see how you could be so bewitched by a new bubba that even
if they came out covered in slime..oh wait they are...um even if they
were covered in scales...hmm kind of true also. What I'm trying to
say is that no matter what, when a new person is born into your
family it's a beautiful thing.
Being in that hospital room made me
realise something mildly terrifying too. The experience was quite
overwhelming – it truly is an incredible thing to love someone
you've just met. I guess what I'm saying is that I felt a wee bit
clucky.
Cue a shiver down Tom's spine.
This shouldn't be such a big deal for a
25 year old female but I have just never really been that fussed by
little babies. Don't get me wrong, kids are great but babies are
a different bag of chips. A completely dependant being that
rewards your constant love and attention with piles of poo and the
odd regurgitation? Forgive me for being a little hesitant about the
whole thing.
I now have wee Sadie to thank for
helping me become a little less of a self centered twenty something
and waking up to the fact that caring for a child could actually be a
rewarding experience. One step closer to becoming a grown up. Maybe
next time I babysit my three year old nephew Zach he'll realise that
I'm the one that puts him to bed, not the other way around.
In saying all this, I wont be rushing
into the prospect of parenthood just yet. Even if I am the last one
out of my siblings to reproduce (tick, tick, tick). Nope, there are a
few more adventures to be had, namely one that kicks off in just over
a month's time but that's a yarn for another time. This is Sadie's
story. And what a story at that- never before have I been so moved by an introduction.
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