Arrive at hospital, (fast forward) I have now given birth to a beautiful baby boy. Oh, my God, I am a mother.
Flowers, balloons, gift baskets and people filled the room. I could barely make my way (in a wheelchair, common practice at the time) to the nursery viewing window to see my baby boy. (Have you viewed the movie My Big, Fat Greek Wedding? Well that is my family. Only if the movie would have been inspired by my life the title would have been "My Big, Pork and Crawfish Fat, Boudin Eating Cajun Family").
Every living person related to my baby is standing at that window, in addition to the spirits of deceased Great Grandma Lucy and Great Aunt Ky, my cousin Rose could just feel their presence. Everyone had an opinion (you know what they say about an "opinion") as to who our baby looked like. I could hear the relatives commenting, "Oh, he looks like his dad", "No, he looks like his mom", "He is the spitting image of Paw Paw Gus", "No he's little Xavier, Aunt Marilyn's nephew made all over again", ... )
One thing everyone agreed on, he was the cutest baby in the nursery and maybe his little round head did remind me of Paw Paw Gus.
After five days in the hospital mommy and baby are coming home. (Back in those days a complication free delivery required a five day hospital stay.)
He looked at me with those big brown eyes. I held him close and whispered, "We're taking you home today".
Once at home, we were greeted by close friends and relatives bearing prepared food dishes and eagerly awaiting their turn to hold the baby.
I visited with my friends and relatives. My mother fixed a wonderful dinner for all of us. The homecoming day was just perfect.
On top of all of this, my baby was a perfect angel (see definitions). He slept almost all day long.
After everyone left, I realized just how tired I really was. I couldn't wait to take a good long shower and get a good nights sleep. It was really impossible to get a good night's sleep in the hospital. Then, my bundle of joy awoke, looked at me with those big brown eyes as if to say, "You ain't seen nothing yet!"
He looked at me with those big brown eyes. I held him close and whispered, "We're taking you home today".
Once at home, we were greeted by close friends and relatives bearing prepared food dishes and eagerly awaiting their turn to hold the baby.
I visited with my friends and relatives. My mother fixed a wonderful dinner for all of us. The homecoming day was just perfect.
On top of all of this, my baby was a perfect angel (see definitions). He slept almost all day long.
After everyone left, I realized just how tired I really was. I couldn't wait to take a good long shower and get a good nights sleep. It was really impossible to get a good night's sleep in the hospital. Then, my bundle of joy awoke, looked at me with those big brown eyes as if to say, "You ain't seen nothing yet!"
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