My newborn loves to cry. Not because he enjoys screaming to the point of silence, but because crying is the only form of communication he knows. What about nonverbal communication? Apart from burping and tooting, his nonverbal cues are harder to translate than the Mayan prophecies. So what have you tried? Well, Señor Know-it-all, my wife and I have tried just about everything. From feeding, to burping, to shh shhing to bouncing and pacing. In fact, there’s little we haven’t tried. Have a listen and a look…
OK, I’m a little late with this post. But hey, Jose was late too so it’s sort of apropos. Where did I leave off? Oh yes, the morning after. It’s 5AM and my wife and child finally join me in the room. It’s evident that none of us have an ounce of energy. My wife is tired exhausted from nearly 20 hours of labor and a c-section chaser, Jose is fatigued from being pulled from his mom’s belly, and I’m worn-out from everything. The good news? For the first time we’re alone, and being able to savor the moment is not only wonderful, it’s necessary. Sadly, alone time doesn’t last long.
I’m sitting on the hide-a-bed, my wife is on the bed, and little Jose is sleeping in his bassinet-on-wheels. I hear footsteps in the hall. The door opens.
Having a baby is the zenith of adulthood. First you do the deed. Then after 9 months of hard work you get a baby. OK, so my wife gets the majority of the credit, but I did (voluntarily) attend baby classes: Birth and Baby, Breastfeeding, and Infant CPR. You see, yeah, I was crazy involved.
In a previous post I mentioned the importance of baby classes, but I need to stress what those classes neglect to share – the ugly side of child birth. I’m referring to the scenes that somehow got cut from the movie and left off the DVD. Well, lucky for you I’m going to give you the director’s cut. It’ll take two posts, but after you’ve read ’em you’ll be more prepared (and maybe even a little horrified) for the “beautiful” experience of child birth.
When Jose was still in the womb my wife used to joke that the he looked just like me. Now that he’s out she continues to stick to her original claim (and members of my family and hers are beginning to agree with my wife).
Personally, apart from his lips, I’m not seeing a whole lot of resemblance. But what do I know? I’m just a dude.
So, I’ll let you be the judge. Let me know what you think and be sure to voice your opinion…