…and then got more than she had bargained for.
We’ve been cautiously letting Abigail have more and more freedom around Samuel. She seems to be able to distinguish him from food now. Our real worry has never been that she would consciously hurt him, but rather that she would trip over him, or forget she was standing beside him and just collapse into a nap. To be so elegant, she is the most clumsy dog I have ever seen.
Our pediatrician encouraged us to let them spend time together though; he thought it was good for puppy and boy to grow old together, although puppy has grown much faster than boy. Up until now, it has always been Abigail that has approached Samuel. She will lick his hands and feet a little, get bored and move on. Today, however, Samuel decided it was time for him to take control of their relationship. He climbed on board and hasn’t looked back since.
Photo by Kristen Anderson
Samuel David Anderson
• 7 lbs. 14 oz.
• Absolutely Wonderful
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The Little Prince is lost in space.
Feels like Christmas.
“If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it.” ¹
“My water broke.”
Abigail is anxious. “Let me out!” ²
The baby needs sleep. Sleep is done.
Three minutes, five.
Birth is natural.
145. 132. 123.
“Does it hurt yet?”
“We can make it hurt more.”
High blood pressure.
Where is the coffee?
Longing to hold you closer.
Mountains. Crying. Struggle.
Falling into rest. Surrender.
The next hill approaches.
The flesh is numb; the heart is heavy.
The end is close, but still so far.
1. Raold Dahl, “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory”
2. Abigail didn’t explicitly say this, but her general demeanor made it quite clear; she is a dog, of course.
Earlier this month Kristen and I went to Myrtle Beach for a family baby shower. The trip was especially fun because we had just learned that my cousin Rhett and his wife Sayla are also newly expecting; sparing any early surprises, their baby should be born about six months after Samuel, so we will be able to share stories of baby disasters ( I mean adventures), tips for dealing with strangers who feel compelled to touch the babies and grandmas who refuse to hand the babies back. We may even be able to share toddler clothes, although I’ve got a hunch that their first baby is going to be a girl.
Leaving Sunday afternoon, Kristen and I both felt a little perplexed as we reflected on the fact that we won’t be returning to Myrtle Beach until we have a new baby boy to bring with us. Actually, it was mainly just Kristen that felt perplexed; I was too queasy to drive.
My world just got a whole lot bigger.
Kristen and I saw the heart beat of our new baby for the first time today, blowing away the cloud of doubt we had harbored since the doctor first confirmed the pregnancy two weeks ago. The little guy (or gal) is about the size of a large olive, but it has a healthy heart rate of 166 beats per minute.
My heart, on the other hand, nearly stopped this morning when the news that I was going to be a father began to sink in.
It was a very surreal moment to say the least. I have always known that I wanted to be a father. When I was in college laying out the blue print for my life, I made a little note in the corner to remind me that on the priority list, “being a good dad” ranks way above “landing a staff job with National Geographic” or “paying off the mortgage.” Just like those other goals, though, I didn’t really expect this one to come to fruition so soon. I certainly didn’t want to put it off for too long, it just seemed like something that would take care of itself eventually.
And it did. Now I can’t imagine a better time to bring a new life into the world.
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