My sister gave birth to a gorgeous baby boy on Thursday. He’s the first baby in our generation (out of all my siblings and I), and my first nephew. Everybody is very, very excited. They came home from the hospital today (I couldn’t see him before now, because everything was on lockdown due to ‘H1N1 precautions’ and I wasn’t allowed in to see them, even though I work at the hospital), but it was worth the wait to see him.
It’s kind of one of those things I want to dance around and yell from the mountaintops, but I’ll settle for gushing and sharing pics here, so even strangers can go ‘awww’ and babble about how adorable he is.
My sister and her husband have been wanting a baby for a long time, and have been waiting to have him until their lives were more financially sound and stable. After five years and realizing nothing will ever be perfect, they had him this year. He is wanted and loved more than anything, and has a big family to support and adore him.
I think he is the cutest baby ever, but I would not make this claim without proof to back it up
I know, nobody can stop talking about the hair. Every other comment is, “Wow, I can’t believe he has so much hair!”
I’m a very proud auntie. For complicated medical reasons I probably will never have my own kids, so my little nieces and nephews will be my pride and joy.
My brother and his wife are due for their own baby in January, and they’re expecting a girl, so I will have one of each!
I’ll be one of his primary caregivers, since I’ll be babysitting him when my sister goes back to work in two months. I work nights and she works days, so we were able to work out a good arrangement. They get to spend their money on spoiling the baby instead of paying out the nose for child care, and he gets to be taken care of by family instead of strangers. It works out for everyone!
His parents are positively glowing. His daddy is the doctor that delivered him, too. He’s been with his family around him from the moment he came into the world, which is how I think it should be.
My mother and I took a little walk and left him and his parents to have a few minutes earlier last evening while we were visiting. When we got back to the house, the three of them had curled up on the couch together and fallen asleep. It was about the most heartwarming thing I’d ever seen.
I’m not the kind of person that normally goes gaga over kids, either, but there’s just something about it that you can’t help getting mushy over.
