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With the birth of my first niece coming this week (possibly
today, depending on whether the doctor decides today’s the day to induce), I’ve
been feeling nostalgic about the birth of my youngest nephew, Logan.
Our family was a wreck when Amanda got pregnant with
Logan. We were so broken, I didn’t think anything could ever save us, but Logan
did. I was so excited to be having another nephew. Noah was seven by then, so
it had been a long time since we’d had a baby in the family. I was thrilled
when Amanda asked me to be in the delivery room for the birth. I
missed Noah’s birth entirely (ironically enough, my family was pretty broken
around the time of his birth too, and he saved us then…seems to be a bizarre theme
in my family), so I was excited to get the chance to be there for Logan.
Amanda, her sister, and I spent the entire day together on
February 4th, 2010 waiting to get a call from the hospital that Amanda could go
in to be induced. They didn’t give us any time frame, so we tried to stay busy so we wouldn't go crazy.
We headed out early in the morning to do some shopping, then went back to Jamie and Amanda’s for lunch and to hang out. Late that evening, we had pretty much given up hope that it would be that
day, and Jamie and Amanda were about to take me home when we got the call.
Long story short…Amanda was induced, had an epidural, and
when she was finally in active labour, it was literally about 20 minutes of
pushing before Logan came out. I couldn’t believe it. She’d had complications
with Noah - he hadn’t wanted to come out and they had to use the vacuum thingy
to basically suck him out, so I expected hours and hours of labour.
The second he came out, the three of us were so surprised
and excited we all let out this little cry and Logan whipped his head in our
direction. He was so busy trying to figure out what was going on that he didn’t
even cry. Right then I knew he was going to be something special, and boy, was
I right!
The nurses took him to clean him up and I started taking pictures of
him. My absolute favourite is this one:
I’d been taking pictures for just a few minutes when he did
this. I laughed, thinking he looked like he’d had enough of me taking pictures,
and I remember thinking, again, that that was going to say a lot about his
personality, and again, I was right. He’s got the biggest personality of any
kid I’ve ever met. He’s funny and smart and crazy and so, so lovable. He's my best buddy.
In short, seeing a baby come into this world is the most
beautiful, disgusting, incredible, exciting, life-changing experience. I credit
it for the really intense connection Logan and I have, and I wouldn’t trade
that for the world.
