Oh you guys – – thanks for waiting for me!
I really thought I would post before this, and I’ve meant to every day, because I’d like the wide world to know that things are amazing in my corner of Brooklyn. The C-Section went beautifully. The boys came out all slimy and as they pulled Sheppard out (who is, by the way, a full minute older than Smith) my first thought was, “I can breathe!!” And not as in, “I’m so relieved”. It was a literal sensation of being able to inhale fully, where before all my parts have been so squished that there was really just not a lot of room for air.
And then I heard him cry, and I started to cry and then I was just in love.
And then I heard Smith cry, and I cried some more and then there was just more love.
And then the anesthesiologist started trying to wrench Anson’s camera from his hands, as he was really loving that camera. I’m not kidding. As Anson was trying to snap the first moments of his new twin sons’ lives, this guy is all, “What ISO are you using?” and saying to his fellow doctor types, “this camera is awesome, you could pay for an entire semester of college with it”
Maybe he got his degree online?
Still, we were able to refocus back to the freaking miracle of life and not the miracle of my husband’s camera, and Anson kept snapping pictures and showing them to me as they put my humpty dumpty parts back together again. It was so surreal and fine and funny and beautiful and my reply of, “Yeh I get that a lot” when the surgeon mentioned that I had nice Fallopian Tubes brought down the house. Always ready to sneak a joke in…..that’s me. Well, me + morphine.
This is Sheppard Nelson Call – born at 9:04 AM, 11/09/10, weighing in at 6.8 lbs:
And this is Smith Nelson Call – born at 9:05 AM, 11/09/2010, weighing in at 5.6 lbs:
My friends, they are lovely. And their brother Roan? He’s been a trooper. His grandmother came to Brooklyn to care for him, and she made him feel like the king of the world. He loves his brothers, smothers them in kisses, and is especially proud when he coaxes a burp from them. Or when they poop. He thinks that’s some funny stuff.
I will have stories, I already have stories to tell from here until the end of time. But mostly I am just currently consumed with bone-crushing, head-spinning love for my husband Anson who has stepped up his already stellar game in taking care of me, and our now super-sized family. This man. Suddenly, I just don’t know what to say. Just play an Air Supply song and then you kind of get the idea. I know, disgusting. I’m so sorry.
And also a shout out to my friends and family who have also circled the wagons and encased me in love and care and help. They’ve put me in this place where I can honestly say that bringing these boys home, and caring for them and my firstborn son RoRo has been nothing but a pleasure, so easy. Because my people are taking care of everything else in my life. It’s a gorgeous time now.
And now, I need to change two poopy diapers. Yes, Shep and Smitty are talented and thoughtful enough to poop at the same time.
[And a P.S. from Jodi: Since Smith and Sheppard have been born, they’ve had two new friends also enter this world. Welcome to the jungle, Booker (my niece’s baby boy) and Luna Rose (my sweet friends Eddie and Katie’s newest girl)!!]