Sitting in the post delivery room with your wife and child is a feeling indescribable unless you’ve been there and done that. Cliché, perhaps, but within the course of 24 hours wrapping your head around just how much has changed can be a bit overwhelming if not altogether traumatizing. Family comes and goes. Steady trots of friends trickle in with constant flow. The conversation is the same here as in every room around ours.
Amélie Rose was born one Friday morning, weighing in at 7 pound 3 ounce, 20 inches long, with the head the size of a small cantaloupe. She’s absolutely gorgeous. At first, my wife and I thought it must have been just us. Of course we think our little girl is gorgeous. Frankly we were expecting the “interesting” looking baby. But sitting here now, watching her squirm within her aquarium like crib, strugleling to remain asleep, I am becoming worried of the countless hearts this child will break.
She’ll learn plenty from all of us. A child’s surroundings are as important as any education. But what of what is actually going to allow her to grow? What will she like? Will she be a comfort food slut like her father or will we have to put up with a picky eater in some unfortunate twist of karma? I hope she has no interest in being a vegetarian, vegan or any of that other silly bullshit that will prevent her from enjoying the simple pleasures.
I’ve been already tempted to rub a piece of saucisson sec on her tiny lips in preparation of the good stuff to come. She is only 36 hours old and I already cannot wait for her to know the joy that comes from a truly good piece of country bread. Or the nearly illusive nature of a really good croissant. A slice of moldy cheese. Good champagne and woodsy mushrooms.
I’m planning all kinds of things for you, Amélie. Your debut into the foodie world will certainly be one memorable. We’ll take things slowly. Each day you’ll grow a bit as will my fear of raising a food wimp. For now I’ll concentrate on feeding your mother. Making sure she gets what she needs to make you strong.
Love,
Dad.
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Congrats to both you and Abi! You are now living in a different world. One that is more enjoyable than you could fathom.
Look forward to more post.
I read your post with tears in my eyes as I am reminded of the marvel of the first day as a parent. God bless you and your beautiful family, Manny and Abi. I’m so happy for you both. Amélie is esquisite!
Love y’all.
Jillian
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