Eleven days ago, my FDO delivered her first baby, and my first grandchild. His name is Avi and I love him.
My friends have been wonderfully supportive and excited for us. We have entertained visitors, and received gifts of congratulations and love.
We have all gained weight in support of FDO and now are suffering the consequences of our poor eating choices. I haven’t been running as much as I should, primarily because I don’t want to leave the house in case I’m needed. How vain right?….I’m not exactly lactating!
I haven’t been able to make time to write about his arrival and what it means to the family because we have been a little busy. After all, I have to learn how to diaper a “squirmer” and do it fast so that he won’t cry. I had to learn to swaddle again. I had to learn to listen in my sleep in case his mommy needs help in the middle of the night. And most of all, I had to learn to sit back and enjoy the process.
Today I ran 9 miles and feel good about it. More importantly, I came home to once again hear the voice that was semi silenced by the inability to breathe while pregnant, singing lullabies to a hiccuping baby, happy to be held. And as we chatted about silly things, she said, “I’m pretty happy.”
That’s all I needed to hear.
So back to a routine I go. Back to the same things that made me happy. Only now I have another aspect of life to experience and find joy in. His name is Avi and I love him.