Oh. My. Goodness. We have only spent about one hour in the presences of little Heather Madyson, but “it’s wuv. . .twoo wuv” for all of us. We arrived at the hospital Thursday evening about 6:00. Heather was reposing in her mother’s arms with these very bright, very alert eyes taking in all around her. I marched right into that room, leaned right over her little face, and she looked me straight in the eyes, at which point I said, “Hello, little girl. You’ve met me before haven’t you?”
And then I shamelessly took her away from her Momma without even asking permission. Luckily Christy loves me (and had also just given birth and was in a hospital gown which didn’t allow her to hop up out of the bed) and did not scream at me to give her baby back.
Here we all are including Tony and Jon’s big sister, Alisa. She and Tony look A LOT alike–much like Victoria and Thad. Notice that Victoria and I have fallen hard and fast. We care not to glam for the camera when there is a baby at which to goo and coo and wonder. Plus, she had the most piercing gaze. She was working hard to get all of those colors and shapes to form into a picture and it was just so much dadgum fun to watch.
Victoria and I are totally and completely gone.
But you haven’t seen anything until you’ve seen this man turn into a pile of Baby Uncle goo. It brings tears to my eyes to think about it. Alisa was holding Heather when it was time for Tony to have a turn, but he insisted that I give her to him. . .we have a hand-off that works. I know how he likes to hold the babies. (And yes, he is wearing a pink shirt. It was not planned but fit the occasion perfectly, and as one secretary at school commented, “It takes quite a man to pull off a pink shirt, Tony, but you are one who can do it.” I agree that he is quite a man.)
Because she is all bundled up, it’s hard to envision how tiny 5 lbs. 7 ozs. is–but take a gander at Tony’s hand in comparison to her body. I didn’t feel uncomfortable holding her, but it was kind of like holding a piece of fluff. For her light weight, she is a gangly 18 1/2 inches long, so once we get some groceries in that girl, she will fill out nicely.
Now, could someone please tell me WHY my sister-in-law looks like she did not just have a baby 28 hours earlier? Huh? Other than the stylin’ hospital gown, she looks like she’s been on vacation.
I guess it’s the same reason my husband is all fit and trim and skinny. . .and I’m not. BUT I was the one holding Heather, so who cares?