So, at the post clinic dinner that I wrote about last night, it was actually the first chance I had at getting a good close up look at CeltGoddess23‘s newborn. I honestly think that I’m really good with children, however, my lack of exposure to babies means that I just don’t know how to act around them or how to hold them. Why the contradiction? Well, I guess, if I manage to hold a baby correctly, the baby is always calm and relaxed. If I hold the baby incorrectly then no good comes of it, just like at that baptism I went to last September. Ooh, I’m still mildly embarrassed about that event.
So, my friend allowed me the opportunity to hold onto her child. I immediately got nervous. What if I do something wrong? I wasn’t planning on dropping him, so I sat down and took him. I supported his head properly and wow…he was so darn small! My friend took a picture and just recently sent me a copy.
I’m actually quite fond of this picture because there are kind of a few levels to it. Yes, I was smiling, but when I see this picture I can detect a bit of fear in the smile and in the eyes. It’s like I’m thinking, “OK…this is really cool but…I’m a little bit scared of doing something wrong…” And no, I didn’t do anything wrong. The handovers went rather well.
Well, at the very least, I look good holding a baby, eh?
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4 comments
Hui says:
Fri. March 12, 2010 at 9:15 am (UTC -5 )
Is there a subliminal/implied message in that last sentence there?
Jay says:
Fri. March 12, 2010 at 10:22 am (UTC -5 )
That would be a no.
lol
kyleen says:
Fri. March 12, 2010 at 11:36 am (UTC -5 )
You do look good holding that baby. Your smile is real even if you are a little nervous.
A note here, I always feel awkward holding babies. But when it was Al, it felt right and comfortable. It’s one of those things that really does feel different when it’s your own.
^-^
Jay says:
Fri. March 26, 2010 at 10:56 pm (UTC -5 )
I might have blamed the smile on alcohol, but I didn’t drink anything that night. Instead, I think it’s just late day fatigue, but yeah I was happy to hold the little guy.
The thing about holding your own is totally the missing element of pride taking hold. Sure, holding another person’s baby is nice, but holding your own progeny is just…mind blowing, really.