June 23, 2011

They eat, sleep and…

She is less than a week old. Her chubby cheeks and cute button nose are in-your-face perfection. I gaze into her dark eyes and she stares back. Her mouth forms small O’s in a primal rooting reflex and, to this Daddy, I imagine she’s blowing me kisses. I am sitting in my back, supported by pillows, in a half-way-done situp position. She sits on my tummy as she rests against my raised knees. I hold her little hands in mine and enjoy being together for the first time.

As we share a moment together, alone – just father and daughter – I begin to tell her how much I love her. “I have known you all my life.” I tell her. “You have been in my heart and I’ve just been waiting to meet you in person.” I marvel at her fragility and wonder at the personality that is waiting to emerge.

I continue to tell her my hopes and dreams and as she stares at me, I feel that we are forming a close bond that will continue a lifetime. “I will be the best Daddy I can for you. I’ll give you kisses and hugs, words of encouragement, moments of discipline, and most of all, love.”

As I gaze into her eyes, I feel like she is understanding what I am trying to convey. In the waning moments of the day as dusk envelopes the room, my eyes fill with tears as I smile at this wonderful little girl sitting on my lap.

Suddenly, she looks at me and smiles back. My heart leaps and I laugh out loud at her smile at such a young age. I know that she understands and her smile is proof. I revel in this special moment between daughter and father. It’s a moment I’ll never forget.

And that’s when she pooped with a force of class five hurricane, spewing yellow baby poop out of her newborn diapers and all over my shirt. She lets out a little cry and I am suddenly left with a feeling of warmth in my stomach that is in sharp contrast to the inner warmth I felt just moments ago.

That smile? Yeah, I’m thinking it was gas.

Maybe the bonding will take a bit longer.

5 Comments

  1. Awww, I think you’re having no problems bonding with her at all :)

    Was the shirt a write off?

    Comment by Jane — June 24, 2011 @ 12:44 am

  2. Haha, gotta love the newborn days! I’m a firm believer that a lot of bonding comes in her trusting that you’ll be there for her from poopy diapers to graduation, from boo-boos to boyfriend troubles, from newborn until forever. Seems like you have a wonderful start.

    Comment by Katrina — June 24, 2011 @ 6:54 am

  3. There might be a deeper meaning behind this story, but I’m too busy giggling to think about it. :)

    Comment by Deanna — June 24, 2011 @ 8:25 am

  4. Bwahahahahahahaha :-)

    Yeah, those first few smiles are always gas :-) )

    Comment by Christina — June 24, 2011 @ 8:35 am

  5. Bwahahaha. Sorry dude. It happens though.

    Comment by Issa — June 24, 2011 @ 12:41 pm

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