by Jenn in Holland
One of the great untold secrets about becoming a parent is the amount of goo a baby brings along. I don’t think I had any idea prior to my firstborn’s arrival just what parenting would entail (I mean that on every level—I was a pretty naïve first time mama) and I certainly had no concept at all just how much goo I would be witness to.
First there is just the goo of birth itself. If you haven’t had the opportunity to experience or witness such a goo fest, you can just trust me here when I tell you that there is A LOT OF GOO involved in childbirth. Mama goo, the baby’s goo, the goo that leaks from your eyes (after the mama goo and the baby goo combine to make a helluvalotta goo) which you let flow down your cheeks as you stare at this very gooey creature which has just emerged. Strange, but everyone involved just acts all normal about a moment like that—like this level of gooiness happens everyday.
Hmmm. Maybe it does.
So the docs hand you a gooey baby and you ooh and aah and goo all over him/her. And then others come round to ooh and aah and goo too. It’s just the beginning of a life of goo. And sticky stuff.
The moment you know mundane gooreality has set in is that moment when you reach over to wipe your baby’s snotty, gooey, leaky runny nose. And you do it without a tissue. Yup, it’s a bare hand swipe and wipe without a thought or even a shudder.
Because the truth is the gross factor long got passed when the first moment of catching baby’s gaze in yours riveted you to your very soul.
That’s when parenthood happens. And it’s a moment that sticks.
Here’s wishing Leslie, Dave and Julia much joy in the arrival of baby Lucy.
Oh, and lots of goo too.
Veel Success mijn vrienden!
Jenn in Holland