Shhh. Your Mommy is sleeping and your Daddy went home to take care of your brothers. I'm glad to have this chance to get know you; of course, I wish your Mom still wasn't so sick from a complicated cesarean. I wish she still wasn't in the hospital. But she's strong, and despite the vertigo, nausea, vomiting and extreme headache she still gathers her strength to feed you every 2-3 hours. And tonight, between those feedings, I've got you all to myself. So hello, I'm your auntie.
Holding you over my shoulder is like holding a football with scrunched up arms and legs. Of course, at 10 lbs. 4 oz. you were born a linebacker. You had the hospital nursery scrambling to find clothes that fit you . . . all their onesies stretched across your chest like a muscle shirt. But I like chubby babies, and speaking of which, you're hungry, so let's go wake up Mommy.
With your poor Mommy struggling, it's very nice of you to nurse so well and so quickly . . . your Mommy is already asleep again. Oh! Wow! That wasn't a burp. That was a belch worthy of any truck driver. I think you're going to fit in just nicely with all the boys in this family. Good job.
Since your bilirubin is too high, and since your bassinet is equipped to provide you with phototherapy, in the darkened room you have become our night light. You are a blue, glowing ET.
I know it's already been two hours since you last ate, but let's see if we can give your Mom a little more time. Come here. I'm going to sit back like so, and you can curl on my chest. Do you hear my heartbeat? I can hear your soft breathing and I can hear your Mom's IV drip, but that's all. It's very quiet and peaceful. Times like this is when you can hear God whispering.
You let your Mom sleep an extra hour; not only that, but you and I slept for another hour. Now, finally, let's get you fed.
Thank you, my little nipote. All through the night and into the early morning hours this big, complicated world was reduced so that it was just you and me in Room 404. I am so glad we had this time together.