Two years ago today….this little Butterball arrived and made
me an Aunt.
When he finally decided to speak – HE named me Auntie Momo……Baby Sister just asked him to say goodnight to MoFabulous and he said Momo.
Several insane months filled with sonograms, Dr.Apptmts,
baby clothes shopping, and showers became our world. It was such a fun time.
Fast forward to February 23, 2012 Jen was scheduled for a
C-section…..because home-skillet was BIG….and my girl Jen was not happy to be
on bedrest.
I arrived at the hospital an hour ahead of the time we all agreed
to be there. Sat in the parking lot by
myself wondering what it was going to be like to have an actual baby in the
family….much less MY NEPHEW. Heavy
stuff. Especially when it’s your baby
sister having a BABY.
So the time arrived and we all piled into the waiting room
while J & J went back to get ready for the C-section. Nervous is not enough of a word to describe
it. There was much pacing and
meaningless chatter and our Grandmother trying to hand out chocolates to
everyone because that’s how she deals.
Then I see Big J (my bro-in-law) pass by the waiting room looking white
as a sheet accompanied by a Nurse. And
being the quiet, unassuming, flower I am……I march right outside to find out
what is going on.
So……here’s the thing…..Big J is NOT into needles or anything
medical…..he’s the kind that if that ever has to happen he has to make sure he
is sitting down for fear of passing out.
No Joke. (Yet he’s all tatted up
with sleeves, legs, and all that Jazz…..don’t ask….it’s a quandary and we’re so
over trying to figure it out.)
Anyways…..I ask Big J how it’s going and he replies….”GROSS. How the hell do you think it is? GROSS.”
I said, So…..do we have a baby yet or what? NOPE FOLKS. NO NOTHING. Homeboy just got freaked out by all the stuff
around him I guess. So we both walk in
to the waiting room and he announces he needs sugar. Stat.
Grandmother smugly tells the crowd….”See?? I knew I brought chocolate for a
reason!”
Now, given that we all know what we know about Big J…..Jen
had already prepped me as second string.
If for some reason Big J couldn’t handle it, I was the one chosen to be
in the room. And while that would have
been awesome for me, I knew it was not how she or Big J wanted it. So, I watched him down a bag of chocolates
and a Sunkist in about 2.5 seconds…..put his Game Face on….and march right back
out to become a Daddy. Like.A.Champ.
Cut to about 3 hours later (or probably just 15
minutes)……Big J comes down the hallway with a nurse rolling a cart full of a
squirmy burrito that looked like a carbon copy of him.
There wasn’t a dry eye in the house. I mean…….MAJOR LEAKAGE OF THE EYEBALLS. I have no kids so this was a very strange
moment….here was this red faced, mad as hell baby with a great set of
lungs….that was connected to me by blood.
At that very moment I realized my heart would never be the same.
And when I saw Baby Sister hold him for the first time? Oh My Stars.
She immediately became someone who I knew would show me the way if I’m
ever meant to have children. And that’s
a mind freak kind of moment for a big sister.
That day wasn’t just the day I was made an Aunt. It was the day we all graduated in life. Mom, Dad, Papaw, Nana, Mimi,
Great-Grandmother. It was the day Jen
and I were immediately pushed to the back burner for this child who we swear
can probably walk on water.
This sweet boy has touched me in ways he’ll probably never
realize. He makes me laugh and shows me
how to be silly. He reminds me that
sometimes you just need to booty dance to whatever song comes on. He teaches me that it’s good for the soul to just
sit and play a while. And he absolutely
SLAYS me when he needs an extra cuddle from Auntie Momo….because don’t we all
just need a good squeeze every now and then?
He makes me want to do everything I can in life to make sure he has the
best shot possible. He gives me a big
reason to be healthy because I know he will do great things and I plan on
reserving a front row seat to watch it all.
Happy 2nd Birthday sweet child.
1 comment:
BEAUTIFUL.
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