Yes, that. They were due two MONTHS apart, with baby Myles coming first on February 24th – right on time. My little sister, Marisa, didn’t want a leap year baby! Baby Parker came two weeks later on March 10th (today!), even though his due date was in May. They’re cousins – identical cousins. Let’s go back in time, shall we, and then we can flash forward to the present.
I didn’t put on a cape to attend Scarlet’s spring concert, but sometimes it comes close. I DID put on a cape last week to visit the NICU, for the first time since Des spent time in one. It was nothing and everything like that one time. Did I tell you that my nephew Parker was born a week ago last Thursday? 4 pounds 7 ounces, 18 inches long, and a heck of a lot of hair. He decided to come early, because really, why miss all the goodness from the outside? There’s a lot of goodness on the outside.
And Parker Steven, middle name for my late great father – Steven Klein – seems to wear a cape too. In just a week, he has changed into a super hero. He can breathe on his own. He can suck a pacifier. He is learning to breastfeed. He is successfully winning the fight against jaundice. He sleeps and grows and his hair seems to grow too. He gets milk through his nose!
It’s not about me but it is about me because I’m about me and this blog is (mostly) about me. So I got the news that she was in labor and I cried and took to the dog trails with Athena. After burning 3,000 angry, sad calories, I waited by the phone. I got the news that he was born and ok and I cried of relief. I tossed and turned and waited for more news. I cried that my sister had become a NICU mom too. I wrung my hands and went to Target and the co-op, and stocked up on whatever I thought they’d need. My older sister and Parker, and my little sister and baby Myles James – born two weeks before Parker!
Then I put on my cape. I left the kids at home with a sick Cassidy and I drove alone to the hospital, took a deep breath, hugged my brother-in-law in the hospital, washed my hands, walked into baby Parker’s hospital room, and then fell in love.
2017 Tamara back now. Did you like how I used those little stars to show a snippet of time? I liked it. Ok, so last weekend we traveled to NJ for my nephews’ joint first birthday party. It was a whirlwind 24 hours, but oh so worth it! Both nephews have such big families that it was mostly a family-only party. And the relatives I saw that I hadn’t seen in YEARS! Boy, that was nice. Especially the ones exclaiming over how tall and thin I am, after all this time. I wasn’t even wearing heels! What a great stroke of the ego. Also, the party had M&Ms and cake, sweet cake. So much cake. All in all, I was in a place in which I belong.
The lighting was terrible and I was distracted. I had no idea photos would happen at all, but something took over me, and I compensated where things (light) were lacking. It’s all about the moments, though. One year gone. So many not yet begun.
This is me linking up, as one of my favorite things to do, with Finish The Sentence Friday. This week’s topic is “The places I belong are…” And there’s still time to write yours. Come link up with your spin on the matter: HERE.