A new baby is like the beginning of all things: wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities. ~Eda LeShan
I know I tend to stray from the supposed theme of my blog pretty often. But today I have a new twist on it: A newborn baby is part of nature, right? So spending time with an infant could be considered nature therapy. And I’m happy to report that I got a huge dose of “nature/baby therapy” yesterday when I finally got to see my niece Amy’s first baby. Meet baby Brantley, born on November 9, 2012.
Isn’t he precious? I had to suffer through seeing Facebook pictures of everyone in the entire universe holding him before I could make it down there. (I live 5 hours away from the rest of my family.) That was so frustrating! I drove down on Tuesday, expecting to meet him on Wednesday. But I woke up with a migraine on Wednesday morning, and it lasted for 14 hours — can you believe that? It’s really not that surprising to me, actually, since I usually suffer some kind of ailment every time I travel; sometimes it’s my stomach, sometimes my head, sometimes both. And this time I had forgotten to pack my medicine, so I suffered more than necessary.
But thankfully I was all better by Thursday morning, and Amy and Andrew brought the baby over to my parents’ house for a visit. I tried to get some good photos for them but Brantley didn’t want to hold still at first. He was fussing until he got his lunchtime feeding, and then it was pure bliss to hold him and watch him make his cute little faces as he fell into a peaceful sleep.
Look at how long his feet are! His daddy is 6’4″ and wears size 15 shoes, so I think baby is going to be just like him.
As I drove north toward Michigan yesterday afternoon I kept smiling to myself when I thought of how Amy looked so calm and happy with her baby. And if anyone deserves to be happy, it’s her. If you’ve been reading my blog for the past year or so you’ll remember that Amy and her sister Amber lost their dad Ron to brain cancer last September. Losing that wonderful man left a hole in the structure of our family. It was like someone pulled one piece out of a Jenga block tower and everyone else fell out of place too. Things have been difficult in our family as everyone tries to deal with the pain of that loss. I hoped that Brantley’s birth would help ease the pain in Amy’s heart, and I think maybe it has done just that. Of course we’re all still sad when we think about how much Ron would have been thrilled to meet his second grandson, and how much it hurts Amy that he’s not here to share her joy. But when I saw the peace on her face and watched her looking so happy yesterday, it gave me real hope that this little baby will help her (and our whole family) heal faster. I sure feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders knowing that she’s so happy now.
I can’t wait to get home for Christmas this year. Brantley will still be fresh and new, and his cousin Bentley will be turning two on December 19th. (I know these girls conspired to name their kids almost exactly the same just to confuse the rest of us!)