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A Few Quick Thoughts on Having a New Boy December 13, 2007

Posted by jojoe in Personal.
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Me and Nani (Maria’s Mom) were in there next to Maria while she was having a C-Section.  I was doing my best to distract her with talk and jokes.  She kept telling the anesthesiologist that she could still feel stuff.  The anesthesiologist snapped back, “If I give you any more in your epidural you’ll stop breathing!”  I was talking to Maria, trying to crack jokes, trying to distract her.  The morphine in the epidural was starting to take hold.  Maria was drowsy, her words started getting heavier.  I asked the anesthesiologist if that was OK, and she pointed to her vitals on the monitor and said she looked good and was following everything.

On the other side of the drapes, the docs were rooting around, generally moving Maria’s trunk around like a sack of potatoes …. and then you heard it.  His first cry.  I peaked over the drape and saw his little body squirming around in some one’s hands.  Without saying anything to Maria (it’s like my mind went blank – Maria who? – good thing she was good and doped up by that point) I ran to the room next door where they had taken him ….   Tears were streaming from my eyes.

When I came in the room next door, the nurses had already almost washed all the white off him.  They put him on a table  to do something with him.   Still crying (very loudly!) and wanting to comfort him, I said, can I touch him?  And they said, “Yeah, he’s yours!”  I started to stroke him, telling him to keep crying, that it was good for him.  That he was doing great.  That beautiful crying had turned him red by now.  The nurse said, “Guess his weight.”  I said, “What?”  I was in some other place.  She repeated it, and I said, “Nine pounds,” not having any freakin’ clue.  (I hadn’t imagined or guessed at the birth weight of my boy during the pregnancy — Maria and I never discussed it — and I certainly didn’t have the faculties to pick him up, balance him, and properly consider the question at hand.)  8 lbs 6 oz.  And looking healthy.  Ten and ten, as they say, and his color was looking good.  They packaged him up and I took him to the next room to try and show Maria what she had been carrying around for so long – to finally see that little Tiburon who had been causing such swells under Maria’s skin.

What a wonderful moment it was.  Running to the next room with tears streaming.  Forgetting everything but a general sense of where you were going.  Like it was Christmas morning.

Later, after things had settled down, I went out to see if I could find some food for us.  Maria’s doc said that she had Jamba juice after her C-Section and loved it.  So being the hunter-gatherer I went out and looked for a smoothie.  It was pretty late, almost midnight, so I had to drive around a lot.  I eventually stopped at a Baskin-Robbins, figuring that they had probably diversified away from strictly ice cream to draw in a few more patrons.  I stepped out of my car, and the snow was falling lightly.  We had a big snowstorm that morning, and this was the gentle after-snow snow.  Such beautiful light falling flakes.  As I watched them fall, I thought of Joaquin, of how his soul had drifted down onto earth like these snowflakes.  How he had fallen into our lives in the form of Joaquin Peter Stultz.  And so his journey begins, melting, joining the rivers, coursing to the sea.  Happy birthday little boy!