Yesterday I got a package from my sisters (I will refer to “my sisters” in the rest of this entry – I must clarify, this includes my mom. She’s one of the “grillz”/my sisters). I was not expecting it. It was chalked full of baby stuff and had this note inside, written by my little sister, Mina. She is a lyrical genius …
Yeah. I cried. Granted, I’m very pregnant, so I cry at lots of things … like diaper commercials, but this was actually a meaningful cry. I love my sisters.
This is baby boy #3 and I really don’t need anything cuz I have bins and bins of baby clothes and stuff piled up in my basement from the other two boys, but there were things I wanted. Things that were extra. Stuff that didn’t matter, but seemed nice. I thought I was all ready for Baby Ray (I think that’s what we’ll name him: after my grandpa, Ray), but I was not completely ready until now.
It feels different to know my sisters think this is important. Enough to celebrate and do something about it. It was just nice. Really nice and it makes me miss them dearly. Thanks girls.
All of the things they got me were very specific to things I had talked about wanting, and even a few things I didn’t mention but had thought about. Seriously, how do they do that – know me so well?
How did they know I had looked at Sophie the giraffe and thought, “that’d be cool. That’s supposed to be the coolest teether in the world, but soooo ridiculous to spend that much money on a little teether … whatever, I have teethers. I got them from the hospital when Noah was born. I’ll just wash those”. Just amazing.
And the muslin swaddling blankets – perfect for a summer baby. The rubber blocks I didn’t know I needed until I saw them and held them in my hands … and of course, the crocheted loafers from etsy that I wanted to bless him in – they were even better in person than they were online.
The one thing not in the picture are the newborn diapers. You always need at least one package of newborn diapers and these have the cool cut out for the umbilical cord, but are also equipped with a “poop pocket”?? It’s like an extra protection against baby tar poop blow outs. If you have a kid, you know what “baby tar poop” is.
They also added the wrap shirts that you get in the hospital. The ones that don’t cover the umbilical cord, but have the mittens at the end of the shirts so the baby doesn’t scratch himself. The girls got me two sets – long and short sleeved. The attention to detail was impressive. That’s my sisters. The girls in my family are very detail oriented individuals …. yes, we’re all crazy (if the bros-in-law were reading this, which they wouldn’t, but if they were, they’d be nodding … crazy).
Last night, after Daniel got home, I laid out the blessing outfit (complete with newborn newsie hat and now the crocheted loafers) and just made him stare at it. He smiled and said encouraging things. I was delighted.
Noah keeps running through the nursery and then stopping, squeezing Sophie the giraffe, giggling and running off. In fact, as I am writing this, I just heard Sophie the giraffe going like gang busters in the nursery and I asked who was playing with it. Noah said he was. I asked him to leave it alone. Noah giggled and said, “If I were a baby, I would LOVE to play with this awesome giraffe”.
I thought everything was set up and ready for this little man. But I was missing a little bit of sister love. Now I’m ready. K, baby, you can come now …