That's such a wonderful book. My mother sent it to me, (twice actually because she forgot she had the first time) when I was expecting my first.
Biggest One just *had* to begin making my life difficult before he was even born. ;-)
Placenta previa sidelined me on complete bedrest at 30 weeks, which put me laying on the couch over Christmas and New Year's. I have to say that was one of the best New Year's Eves ever. Shell came over, we had Chinese take-out, and TNT or TBS had a sing-along movie marathon. We watched "Grease" and "West Side Story" complete with words and a bouncing ball to follow on screen. For my shower, family and friends paraded into my house much to my surprise one Saturday afternoon. I was so clueless! My sister and Jobee came up for the weekend, and Jobee spent the morning cleaning my house, and I was like, "Why are you doing that? You're visiting," and she said, "Oh I'm just helping, you are laid up..." My hubby was like, "Why don't you put on one of your nice maternity outfits instead of those ratty sweat pants since A and Jo are here." (God knows I'd take nine weeks of bedrest right now! LOL)
He had to be born by a scheduled C-section. It was a waiting game with a fine line, because my OB wanted to make sure his lungs were fully developed but wanted to have the surgery before I went into active labor, which would have increased my risk of badly bleeding. I had to have an amniocentesis to make sure he was ready.
No matter how much you read, how much your mom says, what your friends tell you, nothing prepares you for having a baby. Seriously. I got off to a bad start nursing because he has to spend the night in the neonatal ICU because of residual fluid in his lungs. He got a little jaundiced but I stuck with it. I bawled my eyes out when they took him to be circumcized just thinking of him crying. But I loved looking at him, loved holding him. It broke my heart to go back to work, as much as I liked working.
I remember learning to see the world on a different scale again as he grew to be a toddler. I'll never forget one of the first communication "breakthroughs" we had. He wanted something, or was telling me something. He had a word for it, one I wasn't understanding: "bachi". Finally he ran into the livingroom and grabbed his blankey---a white woven cotton receiving blanket he had adopted as his "lovey" months earlier. I swear it was like the "wa-wa" scene out of "The Miracle Worker" LOL, him holding up the blankey, and me saying "bachi?" and him saying "bachi!" and we both laughed. The remarkable part of the story is that he would always hold up his blankey and kiss it and ask you to kiss it when he'd wake up and you'd go get him from his crib. In Italian, "bacci" means kiss.
He would line up his blocks across the living room and get upset if you distubed them. He's incredibly smart, and his love of reading makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He's a very sensitive and artistic boy; he makes jewelry, writes stories, and loves stuffed animals. Sometimes I worry about him being labeled as different as he advances in school, and end up being teased or bullied because of this, because I'm a parent and that's what parents do; we worry and want to protect. I shouldn't though, because he has always had a knack for being congenial and making lots of friends. When he was younger, all the kids in the grade school seemed to know him, and I used to joke about him being mayor of in second grade. He certainly doesn't lack athletic prowess as is evident with snowboarding and his gymnastic skills.
As my baby turns 11, I know now that one of the hardest things is having to keep letting that tether out further, and watch them go. I am so glad I made sure that he had a wide berth from the start. I know it has helped his confidence and achievements, and tempers the pangs of sadness I may feel as I watch him go.
Happy birthday to my honey bunny.