Wednesday, September 19, 2007

New Life

Part of me has been composing this blog since Sunday…but I haven’t had the pictures (kept forgetting my camera) so I wanted to hold till I could put them all together. Not to mention work has been so crazy busy that I haven’t had the time to write anyway. It’s still busy, don’t get me wrong, but I wanted to spend a couple of minutes on it before I head into the rest of the day. Today is no ranting about how the GMAT sucks, or questioning what I’m going to do (maybe another day this week), nor is it about my running, which hasn’t been going well or much at all, but that’s OK and I’m working on a plan for that, probably to be revealed later as well. Nope, this one is about a new life.

These are pictures of baby Sabrina Brianna. Born Saturday night at 11:43 pm to a couple of my best friends. I’ll say a couple of my best friends because that is what they are. I’ve known H and J only together. Met H in 1995 or 1996 at a company we both worked at. While J was living in another state at the time, about 7 hours away, I met him shortly after I had gotten to know H and while she went back and forth on things with the relationship and spent time debating marriage or break up, they eventually ended up married and I was in the wedding as a bridesmaid, with the option to be the best man had I wanted to be (I was even invited to the bachelor party, only bachelor party I’ve ever been invited to and had to pass cause my mom and dad were in town, sigh). So having known them as long as I have, obviously they are good friends and I’ve known them through the good and the bad…well, Saturday was a final good for them. They had their first, Colin, 4 years ago in November, Alex just turned 2 on the 10th and now baby Sabrina. At 7 lbs 10 oz, she was bigger than both brothers and mom did notice that when she made her way into the world. She also took a bit longer but worth the wait according to mom and dad. These pictures were taken at 11 am, so she’s not quite 12 hours old at this time.

Now I post these, and I was there to see her pretty much as soon as visiting hours were underway. H called me just after 8 and we talked a while then I decided might as well get in the car and go see her. With very little sleep and having just given birth, H didn’t look bad at all either. And Sabrina was sleeping when I got there…very cute little thing isn’t she? Anyway, what I find with seeing her and the other two and hearing stories etc from people…I think I’m defective. Honestly, I can see babies and think they are cute, but other than friends kids, I really don’t care about holding them or anything. And seeing one does not make my uterus jump, or flip or skip or anything else I’ve heard people use to describe their desire for another child. I keep waiting for this instinct to kick in, and while seeing H pregnant and feeling the baby move intrigued me, I’m curious as to what it feels like when it’s coming from the inside, it still doesn’t intrigue me enough to want to deal with 1) getting it out (I’m not a big fan of pain) and 2) dealing with the responsibility of this being for the rest of your life scares the bejeezus out of me. All my friends seem to be very baby oriented and all about kids, and I’m getting to that age where that clock should be ticking right?












4 comments:

JustRun said...

First of all, beautiful baby. Glad she and the parents are well.

I've had several people tell me that the only kids they really, really ever liked are their own. Sure, they think they're cute and like to play with them, etc. but don't really feel any special feelings for other kids.

I, on the other hand, adore kids. Other people's kids. And they tend to be my biggest fans, too. That said, the thought of my own freaks me the heck out. Not now, not ready. No thanks.

Firefly's Running said...

Beautiful pictures!

Krista said...

Haha! This pretty much mimics what I just posted. I often feel defective, too, and I completely understand what you're talking about. Sometimes I see kids and try really hard to talk myself into feeling that "jump," but it never happens. Ah, I suppose there's a place for us defects in the world, too - I think maybe it's getting to be the "fun aunt" - you know, the one who buys kids stuff and lets them break the rules, and then returns them to their rightful owners at the end of the day? :)

Nicole said...

So cute.