Last night at a family party, in the absence of the attention-grabbing gift exchange, I gave in to my fascination and held the babies. I figured instead of admiring from afar and feeling sad, which is what has been happening on Sundays, I'd just jump in the ring, fill up my arms with the family's newest little ones and see where that took me. Plus, my cousins make some dang cute babies!
It was fun. It's been a long time since I've held a baby - since my youngest nephew was a baby, in fact, and now he's 2 (and living in TX). And so goes my mom's lament: she has no young grandbabies to hold and be fun with. They're all "too cool" to hang with grandma now.
After holding one cousin's 11-month old cutie, I picked up another cousin's 2-month old babe (so cute!) and held onto him a while. Then, I asked M if he'd like to hold him. If my family was surprised I was paying so much attention to the babies, they were likely flabbergasted that M held this one!
Later in the car, M told me my mom kept giving him The Eye. Apparently she was looking back and forth between him and me, no doubt hoping she'll have a new grandchild (or two) to fill her arms by this time next year. Aye, there's the rub in telling your baby-hungry mom you've had a miscarriage, especially when you vowed to keep the fact that you're trying a Big Secret from her. Now she's on high alert and full-scale Baby Watch has begun.
I can't really blame her though. My husband looks fabulous with a baby in his arms. And given the track record of good-looking babies in both of our families, ours will no doubt be gorgeous. No wonder she's so excited!
P.S. Turns out the baby's diaper leaked and each of us had a good-sized puddle of baby pee that soaked through our jeans. . . neither of us minded much. That's a good sign, right?
~Nichole
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