cityevader
Enlightened
As my wife settled into her room in labor and delivery I took a quick walk back to the car. The weather was strangely calm, given all indications of an impending storm. Clouds loomed ominously in the heavans as not a thing stirred below on earth. All was dry but that distinct smell of approaching damp hung in the air. It was not merely a transition in weather, but the very moment of a pendulum's utter standstill just prior to reversal. Just as our lives were similarly paused in that room above me.
While the approaching storm outside never panned out that evening, our own storm inside that room swelled. The tearing birth of a 22 inch, 8lb. 14oz. boy damaged brave Mommy. Yet Colburn Jamis P******* provided a 9+ month-awaited distraction for Mommy while doctors spent an hour mending rent flesh.
A flurry of baby adoration finally ocurred off in the corner during cleaning and weighing and grandparents cooing. But all Daddy wanted was to hold Mommy. His prior worries of "baby love" crowding out all else evaporated in the explosion of "Mommy love". This God-given love turned Daddy into a guarding bulldog, providing the sole unrelenting support during the following tornado of terrible nursing throughout the stay that sucked all morale out the window and flung it far. But a diligent bulldog does not a good nurse make. Henceforth, Nurse Daddy.
Eventually proper medication was given, providing a blanket to hide under during the storm of terrible nursing. We asked Nurse Grandma to help, and she stood as sentinel advocate; a true nurse, not just a "nametag nurse"; genuine empathy and willingness to help finally allowed Nurse Daddy to rest after his own 40 hour battle without sleep.
Now, three days later, the weather and our lives have clearly reversed course. God's grace has eased many obstacles, and serves as the pendulum's connecting rod from Him to us as our lives swing away in a vastly different direction.
Present has passed away with future born, as two lives made one have formed life from none. And a strong little boy, asleep in the nook of my non-typing arm, has a firm grip of my hair and dreams a dream I can't possibly imagine.
While the approaching storm outside never panned out that evening, our own storm inside that room swelled. The tearing birth of a 22 inch, 8lb. 14oz. boy damaged brave Mommy. Yet Colburn Jamis P******* provided a 9+ month-awaited distraction for Mommy while doctors spent an hour mending rent flesh.
A flurry of baby adoration finally ocurred off in the corner during cleaning and weighing and grandparents cooing. But all Daddy wanted was to hold Mommy. His prior worries of "baby love" crowding out all else evaporated in the explosion of "Mommy love". This God-given love turned Daddy into a guarding bulldog, providing the sole unrelenting support during the following tornado of terrible nursing throughout the stay that sucked all morale out the window and flung it far. But a diligent bulldog does not a good nurse make. Henceforth, Nurse Daddy.
Eventually proper medication was given, providing a blanket to hide under during the storm of terrible nursing. We asked Nurse Grandma to help, and she stood as sentinel advocate; a true nurse, not just a "nametag nurse"; genuine empathy and willingness to help finally allowed Nurse Daddy to rest after his own 40 hour battle without sleep.
Now, three days later, the weather and our lives have clearly reversed course. God's grace has eased many obstacles, and serves as the pendulum's connecting rod from Him to us as our lives swing away in a vastly different direction.
Present has passed away with future born, as two lives made one have formed life from none. And a strong little boy, asleep in the nook of my non-typing arm, has a firm grip of my hair and dreams a dream I can't possibly imagine.
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