And He’s Here, and He’s Marvelous.

I was going to post my Diggin’ For Dinos recipe today, until I realized I had something better.

Don’t worry – if you want to go Diggin’ for Dinos. I’ll post that in honor of the new Jurassic World movie. And yes, we are taking Des to see that, even though the original Jurassic Park came out when I was 14 and scared the life out of me. Des is a different bird. (raptor) AND, Des is six. Today. At 5:32 tonight, but who’s counting? And it has been a glorious six years.

Here is how I announced his birth on my blog:

Well, one week and five days early, Desmond Blaze Bowman graced us with his presence yesterday, June 13th, at 5:32 pm. He’s a whopping 8 pounds and 5 ounces, 21 inches long, so I’m pretty curious as to how big he’d be if he went to 40 weeks or beyond..

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We’ll never know and I think we’d never have known..he was pretty determined to enter the world a bit early. He’s wonderfully cute and eats and sleeps an impressive amount of the time. He spends the rest of his life trying desperately to make eye contact with me and making ewok sounds that are so cute I was literally up all night last night because I was dying of cuteness overload. I’m a writer and a photographer, so you can expect my birth story with pictures shortly. Unfortunately I’m still an inmate..er..patient at the hospital until at least tomorrow. So consider this an I.O.U. for something bigger and better and more. For now, I will show you a glimpse of what it was like to meet my Desmond:

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I really couldn’t write it better than that, could I?

Here is what I wrote about him after I had known him for four days. And I think it’s all resonant today:

Four days out. No. Four days IN.

I don’t yet have the mental, emotional or physical capacity to saturate my blog with the story of your INSANE roller coaster emergence into this world, as well as photos of your amazingly soulful eyes and your cute black hair and your super long toes and your tiny hands and your..and your..and your..I could go on forever and ever and probably will soon.

And your mellow demeanor and sleepiness. The way you burp. The way you sigh and hiccup while you nurse. The way so many parts of you are so like your older sister’s parts, but boy versions. Everyone calls you handsome and mellow.

They say your live up to your namesake, Desmond Tutu – an astonishing man for sure:

“I am deeply, deeply distressed that in the face of the most horrendous problems — we’ve got poverty, we’ve got conflict and war, we’ve got HIV/AIDS — and what do we concentrate on? We concentrate on what you are doing in bed.” –Archbishop Desmond Tutu

I don’t have the heart to tell them that you are more named for the most romantic hero I ever, ever saw or read in TV, movies and literature. Desmond Hume from LOST. Another astonishing man, for sure, just in a different way:

“I love you, Penny. I’ve always loved you. I’m so sorry. I love you!” –Desmond Hume from LOST

Sigh and swoon.

My life has been so changed in the last four days. Physically, wow. I walk non-pregnant through our house, and I’ve never been non-pregnant in this house. I can bend over and paint my toenails. I can chase Scarlet without tiring. I took the heartburn medication out of my purse. I don’t think I’ll be needing it anymore. I am 15 pounds lighter.

My heart is 15 million pounds heavier.

What astonishes me so much is that before you were born, I was worried we wouldn’t bond right away. I was worried I couldn’t possibly feel for you what I feel for your sister. At least, not at first. I was worried that everyone else in our so rich lives that loves your sister wouldn’t be able to wrap their minds and hearts around you as well.

I was so, so, so wrong.

It came so fiercely and so fast. I’m so in love with you and so is everyone who meets you. You are going to move mountains and change lives. You and your sister, man. Lottery baby #1 and Lottery baby #2. How the heck did we ever get so lucky? Your father and I…we do good things when together. And now we have double proof of that. You are our Desmond.

“Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby”
– The Beatles

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Happy, Happy Birthday, Des.

About Tamara

Tamara is a professional photographer, a mama of two, a Lifestyle Blogger/Social Media Influencer/Brand Ambassador, and a nearly professional cookie taster. She has been known to be all four of those things at all hours of the day and night. She is a very proud contributor to the book, The Mother Of All Meltdowns, the Stigma Fighters Anthology (volume 1), and The HerStories Project: So Glad They Told Me. She is also a proud Community Lead and a regular contributor to the SoFab Food blog, and the Target Made Me Do It blog. After two cross country moves, due to her intense Bi-Coastal Disorder, she lives with her husband, daughter, son, dog, cat, and 11 chickens in glorious western Massachusetts.

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