Baby memories

My sister Carla had a baby boy yesterday, and I went to the hospital to visit my newest nephew after work. He is a cutie, but I can’t figure out which of his siblings he resembles. I must have been feeling kind of sentimental as the drive home had me reflecting on many things.

How I had my first baby almost eight years ago and I have absolutely no recollection of my in-laws visiting that night with Bruce’s brother and wife. I was told they were there and there are pictures to prove it, but I must have been so exhausted during their visit that I recall nothing.

How Carla was 20(!) years old and working second shift at Dorthy Love and the nurses allowing her to visit me after visiting hours that night. How I woke up to see she was in the room and was absolutely thrilled and fascinated with her nephew. How she told me to just go back to sleep and she was going to sit and hold him and look at him for a while. How when I was emotional and crying that my son had a cone head, Carla said his head would be fine in a few days (and it was round the next morning).

Fast forward to five years next month when I was pregnant with Darren and fell on my belly while falling on Nathan. How labor was a pain (get it? Pun intended), but recovery was a breeze. How my scrapes and body hurt more from the fall than the actual delivery.

This July will be three years since I delivered my last and how I was so antsy just to get out of the hospital. How when the doctor told me that since it wasn’t my first kid, and if I was comfortable with it, how I could go home when Justin was released. I jumped all over that opportunity just so I could go home and get some decent rest.

Everyone says to enjoy the early years as they will fly past although it doesn’t feel like it now. And day-to-day it seems like a forever, but looking at it in a year time frame does make the time fly.