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New Baby

New Baby

It’s been a long week and a half. It started last sunday morning at 4 am. Definite labor pains. I told Rafi to call Etan and Jo. They were here in about 10 minutes (you guys were life savers). Rafi was still unsure that this was all real so we stayed home until we were sure. Got the kids ready for gan and left for the hospital. It’s a pretty quick ride to Hadassa at 6am. We got there and yes, it was real. 5 cm- almost there- and it was even my due date!! (and no, it didn’t matter that I didn’t register there). We had a wonderful midwife named Leslie (ask for her- she was calm, nurturing, and knowledgeable). I asked Rafi “why don’t I get an epidural?” and he said, “It’s your choice but I was supposed to remind you that you don’t want one.” So I didn’t have one. Not a mistake, but lets just say the last couple minutes were challenging. New Baby (who will be named iyH this Friday) was born at 3.77 kilo (over 8 lbs) at 9:23 am.

That was two Sundays ago.

I was folding the laundry the other night and it occurred to me- I have 3 piles of children’s clothes to put away now, not just 2. It was just one of those moments where it started to sink in that now we have 3.  We’re so blessed. Can’t believe it. B”H for everyone’s health. Now for some sleep…one day at a time, right?

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(almost) all grown up

(almost) all grown up

Last night I was putting Tzviya to sleep and she just didn’t want to go. Maybe it was because we weren’t in our house, I don’t know, but I held her for about 40 minutes and sang to her. I never do that anymore. Don’t think I’ve done it since she was a year old, but for some reason, last night I just let her fall asleep in my arms. As I gazed down at her, I thought to myself first, mah rabu maasecha Hashem (How great are your creations, Hashem). She just looked so perfect to me, so pure, and so innocent. I wanted to stay there and just freeze time.

This is in contrast to my during-the-day-Tzviyali. She’s become this fiercly independent child. Determined to do everything she puts her mind to. If she wants something, she’ll let you know. OOh boy will she ever. She’ll also tell you if she doesn’t want something- and exactly how she wants it. She’ll tell you that we’re going to eat popsicles on the porch later and that the cat went back home and said “meow”. She’ll tell you that she wants milk and not water, and that she’d rather watch Franklin than Toopy.  She is 21 months this week and I can’t believe this change in her- it came upon me so fast. One example is with trains. Gedalya has loved these Thomas trains since he was about her age. He learned very quickly how to put the tracks together, the colours of each train, and of course, their names. Tzviyali is no differennt now. This week she put a whole track together herself.

Maybe it’s because the new baby is coming. Maybe. But even though I’d love her to stay a baby forever, she’s going to grow up and I’ll be there clapping for her, playing with her, and marveling at all her great achievements, and I know they will be big. They already are.

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Proud of my new tzitzit

This morning I peeked into G’s window at gan for an extra few seconds. He looked so big to me with his new pair of tzitzit. You see, this month he’s undergone some major transformations. We cut his hair, he wears his new Thomas and friends kippa, and now he wears tzitzit- that was today’s addition. He is now officially a little boy. Not that little baby that I held all night the first night home from the hospital. Not the little boy who began crawling towards a pair of keys when his Savta decided he needed to learn already. And not the toddler that began walking erev shavuot to his Aunt Adena. He’s a little boy now. He looks out for his sister, he loves reading and building tracks for his trains. He loves helping out around the house and pretending to be riding all sorts of large vehicles (today it was a BIG TRUCK- he built it out of all the couch pillows, his blanket, and the top of a rubbermaid box for the windshield). He can count to twenty, can speak two languages, can say sorry, please, and thank you, and knows that he is so so so loved by so many people.  What makes me all the more proud is that when he was putting on his tzitzit this morning and Rafi was explaining why we wear tzitzit (to think of Hashem and thank him for what he has given us), he says, “we say thank you to Hashem for food!” He’s getting it! We try so hard to say brachot and bench and you wonder what’s sinking in and now I know that this sense of gratitude is really there.

Gedalya, I love you and I’m so proud of you!

Love,

Ima

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