Today was a good day.
We had a birth in the family. As of 9:40 this morning (Friday), my brother and sister-in-law are parents of a gorgeous baby boy. I got the phone call at 4:15 AM, and went over to help doula for the birth, which happened at home, in a warm and calm space, almost peacefully, I would say. There are lots of beautiful and memorable things that I get to do, and this is one of the most extraordinary. Being witness to the birth of new life.
I'm getting weepy just thinking about it.
Maybe also because I'm running on slightly less sleep than usual. And because my little brother is a papa.
I'd promised not to disturb the new family this evening when stopping by to pick up the camera I'd forgotten, but there was a new baby in the house. The kids so so so wanted to meet their cousin. He wasn't even eleven hours old yet, we calculated. They squealed in the car on the ride home over the cuteness, the tinyness, the babyness.
Today, a good day. A breathtaking day.
Labels: babies, birthdays, doula, siblings