Today, my first grandson has been born. His name is Syair M. I came home after being at the hospital and up since 3 this morning....and the only place I can think to go is MY OPERA. MY OPERA BLOG is where I can go to *really* get my feelings across. Facebook can NOT replace MY OPERA BLOG.
This blog is my life.
This blog knows my secrets.
This blog is my personal book...it's called a biography.... I LOVE YOU DEAR MY OPERA FRIENDS.
Today, I lifted my daughter's shoulders....whispered in her ear and stood by her fiance's side, and my sister's side. Bringing life into this world is like the most magical thing I have ever had the absolute privilege to see. I SAW my daughter give birth. Only 16 years ago...a MERE moment in time I was in the same place...pushing her out...thinking to see her face and curving my body around her's and pushing with all my might... she did the same thing, except I think only better.
I whispered to Rachael, "Imagine his face...your doing good honey...curl your body up...he is almost here..."
And I could see the top of his head. Dark ebony hair crowning so slowly. Out he would come, and then back in. On contraction he was coming out again. The doctor put his hands around the head and gently pulled and twisted the baby out as Rachael was taking a deep breath and PUSHING.
1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10. I could only hear a nurse chanting these numbers in the background, but all my focus was on my daughter's face that was turning red while pushing her son out. Syair's head came completely out and I could see a mushed face looking ever so uncomfortable. Then his body was slowly slithering out, huge shoulders and a long body..long legs..beautiful little alien coming into this world.
The doctor was adamant that the baby had really big shoulders. Go Syair!
After Syair was into this world, he was laid on his mother's chest. Rachael whispered to him "Hey baby boy" As if she really didn't know him well. Little unknown child, yet known, laying on her. I don't know what she was thinking. But I am sure that all motherly instincts started to kick in. What an amazing thing.
I have drowned in Syair's dark eyes and lovely soft hair and sweet whimper and long fingers and sweet smacking mouth. I need to mention...he is hungry!
Today was the sweetest day. Everything was almost too perfect with his birth. Everything beautiful and surrounded by love. This child will know love, Inshallah.
Thank you God for blessing me with a healthy grandson. Syair M. (and his name means poetry) 8lbs 13 ozs
21 1/2 inches long. Born on February 20 (President's Day), 2012.
Thank you Opera for letting me share my story with all feelings and emotions. This subject can only belong to one place...MyOpera Blog. Facebook readers can be led here if they chose.
Love you all,