Written by Emily
And there he was:
a whisper from God,
a breath from the heavens–
whatever your creation inclination might be–
a remarkable chemical reaction,
the result of an epic science experiment, it was there, fully realized in that room.
All birthed with the final push that brought a new baby into this world,
and into our family.
People talk about cutting tension with a knife. How awful. On Friday afternoon, it was joy that was palpable in that room. But I wouldn’t want to cut it. I’d rather slather it on everything, coat everything and everyone in sight like it did in the delivery room that day.
I’ve given birth to three amazing babies, and each rivaled the other for the most significant experience of my life. Each delivery was just as it should have been and is part of my story and the beginning of my children’s. Rising action. Exposition.
On Friday though, I was on the other end watching a baby arch his head and breathe his first breath. It was the greatest gift my brother and my sister-in-law could have ever given me: an opportunity to see the joy I felt when my babies were born.
My nephew’s birthday is seared in my mind and on my heart like a brand because on the other end, I noticed everything in the room. I saw the determination in my sister-in-law’s face, and the lone tear that ran down her face in anticipation of the boy that made her a mother. I noticed the way my nephew’s head wrinkled as it met the outside world. I saw the smile that moved the doctor’s mask a little higher on her face. Light touching metal. The blinking heart on the monitor. The way my brother gripped his wife’s hand. The evenness of his voice as he counted. Everything. I noticed. I heard the casual banter between the staff in preparation for the big push. I watched the calm, but hurried dance. Nothing was a blur like it was when I was on the pushing end. Best of all, I got to see joy wrap itself around everything until it glowed…better than pixie dust or glitter.
Hundreds, thousands of babies made their grand entrances in that room. The doctor who coached my sister-in-law had, no doubt, done this more times than she could count, but seeing the excitement in her eyes, it could have been her first time. Joy was in the nurse’s smile and in the cheer from the resident hovering over the bed.
Joy again and again and again.
I want to slather it on everything, coat everything and everyone in sight
until we all glow.