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Yesterday my nephew was born. He's healthy at 20 inches long and weighs 7 pounds, 12 ounces, if I remember right what my mom told me on the phone.
Why do we always say a baby's measurement and weight? Maybe because there's nothing else to say. We don't have words to describe him yet, so we use numbers.
Why do we always say a baby's measurement and weight? Maybe because there's nothing else to say. We don't have words to describe him yet, so we use numbers.
posted by Laura-Marie @ 8:13 AM
4 Comments:
At August 12, 2007 7:42 PM,
cynthia said…
according to the mayan calendar, your nephew is a white overtone dog. http://www.astrodreamadvisor.com/M_white_overtone_dog.html
At August 13, 2007 5:03 PM,
Laura-Marie said…
I had never heard of this Mayan astronomy--thanks for giving me a new idea.
At August 13, 2007 5:03 PM,
Laura-Marie said…
Oops--meant astrology.
At August 13, 2007 8:30 PM,
Anonymous said…
Actually, I have plenty to say about him… The dulia, other grandma and I were in the room but out of view for the delivery and left immediately in order to allow the Mom, Dad and new baby a little privacy and time to bond…When he was born he had a faint but clear cry, as if to say “Here I am, I will not be pushy or overbearing but I’m here, love me.” The miracle of his birth and life brought tears to my eyes. The short 15 minute wait to see him seemed like an eternity and when the other grandma was allowed to join Mom. Dad and new addition to the family first, my heart sank. Every part of my being experienced immense joy as I first gazed at him. He was born with a full head of slightly wavy dark hair. His beautiful olive skin was clear and blemish free with beautiful features so small and perfect. As my son handed him to me to hold for the first time I instantly fell deeply in love with him. He moved with grace rather than the jerky movements you might expect from someone out of the womb for only 15 or 20 minutes. He was calm, only that one short-lived little cry as he first emerged. I wondered what he could be feeling as he was looking around; he seemed content and secure.
My son later told me that he could hear a faint muffled cry as his head traveled down to delivery. My prayer for this, my third and in all likelihood my last Grandchild, is that his pain in life would never be intense; that all his cries would be answered with love and care. I pray for peace and joy in his life and in those who love him. I pray that he would experience contentment and security in all of his days.
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