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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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Blankie

comfort zone

comfort zone

It’s funny how life comes full circle sometimes. I still have my blankie that I’ve had since I came home from the hospital 28 years ago. It’s not in the best shape, but it’s still useful. The only thing is, it’s not useful for me anymore because my daughter now uses it. She’s so attached to it, something like I was at her age (and older, and older). She needs it to go to sleep, she asks for it when she is upset, and he just likes being around it. I look at it and think about all the memories it holds, all the love that my mother had when she crocheted it with her own hands all those years ago. I sometimes want to repair it and make it new again, but that will somehow erase the delicate charm of loving years that it has.

I guess I don’t know how to say this, but now that it’s no longer mine, that somehow means time is going by and we’re getting older. Rafi said it to me today as shabbat was ending, “isn’t it funny about days- how they end and don’t come back.” Kind of a sad thing to think about, but happy that hopefully we just had the best day we could have had- such a nice shabbat together playing with the kids all day and spending time together as a family.

So in a way, blankie represents time. It’s not just an old ratty blanket. It’s all my mother’s memories of me, my memories, and now, Tzviya’s. Blankie looked a little different back then, just like time. You can’t make time look the same- we can’t turn back the clock. But moving forward every day and creating our own memories and life experiences adds to the interwoven charm and richness that is the blanket of our life.

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