Monday, November 29, 2010

I met a baby ...

Big Sky New Zealand



I met a baby this weekend.
I met a baby and there was no screaming, crying, or shuddering. From me or from little Riley.

He was curled against his mum, just a day or so old, snuffling contentedly. His mother looked exhausted (54 hours of labour. FIFTY-FOUR HOURS) and his father was positively beaming.

He is the first child born to anyone I actually know.
To people of my generation. People I see quite regularly and could call friends.
Not to family, not to distant school friends, not to the older or younger siblings of friends.

I was terrified when I heard they were having a baby. But they're so YOUNG, are they going to keep it? was my gut reaction. But seeing their little family? Didn't seem so odd.
Then, they are not wild ones. They have always been happier going to an early movie then heading home. They own a home, and a cat, and more than one car. They DIY. They have not travelled. They are not at all similar to me.
But seeing them as parents didn't scare me.

Is this growing up?

Either way. There is a lot more of the world I want to see before I take that path. A lot. One of the few on which there can be no turning back.

4 comments:

  1. FIFTY-FOUR HOURS???!?

    Are they much younger? Well done you. You have a few years yet!

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  2. Up until recently, the only people I knew having babies were older cousins or random people that were "friends of the family", aka, my parents friends. Then, one of my friends, who's a year or so younger than me, had a baby. My first reaction was just the same as yours. Now their son is 2.5 weeks old and I hardly remember what they were like without this little guy. We're in love with the romantic idea of having a baby now, but the reality...not quite ready for it. Maybe in a few years. Seems like we're on the same page!

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  3. Fifty-four-hours?! HOLY.FUCKING.HELL :/

    Personally if it were possible (finances/didn't scare the boy) there would be nothing more I would want to do then settle down, get an apartment in the city and have at least one, maybe two babies, at the same time there are so many things I want to do that I couldn't do if I had a child so for now I'm content waiting to get all the other stuff out of the way :)

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  4. I'd love to have a baby. But shit 54 hours? She deserves some kind of outrageously large trophy.

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