Last month my Brother and his wife gave birth to their first child. I say “they” but she’s the one who endured the 22 hour labor. Ouch.
Every child is different, but as a parent it can be difficult to not try and share your own experiences with the newbies. Especially the horror stories like “just wait until they vomit in your crotch…on an airplane” and “you’re not going to sleep well for 15 months.” My kids are a little older but the memories of them as newborns is still fresh in my memory. I’ve tried to keep my unwanted advice to myself as much as possible, but I don’t see my brother often so I’ve got to get my abuse in when I can. He’s in a weakened, exhausted state and just ripe for the ribbing. The problem is Grace is too damn cute, and lucky. She has two loving parents who’ve made her the center of their universe. All the exciting possibilities of the woman she is to become makes all the nasty bumps, bruises and bodily fluids along the way seem trivial.
Welcome to the world Baby Grace.
