Monday May 08th 2017, 4:18 pm
Filed under: Family,Life

Our daughter called and said the baby was going to be coming home from the hospital Saturday; we booked our flights and arrived Monday and then came home this morning a week later and fell into bed well after 2:00 am. Delayed flight delayed luggage and my body has no idea what time zone I’m in and I wouldn’t trade a second of it for anything.

Arriving, parking lots had mounds of dirt with white peeking out–oh, right, those are snowbanks still melting down, aren’t they. The trees were in dead-of-winter mode. The first one popped out in small bright sparkles of green the day before we left and by the morning there were tiny tiny leaves everywhere against the gray, as if the director had hummed the pitch and the a cappella choir was leaping right into the song.

Mathias was a placid, happy baby–as long as someone was holding him. Always. Day or night. The neonatologist said that sometimes the early ones need that extra cuddling.

We quickly got into the routine and privilege of having him in our arms while his parents got some uninterrupted sleep for the first shift of the night, with or without a bottle of pumped milk to extend that as his mother chose. Then we went off to our hotel to let them become a new family together without the in-laws there every moment. (And to lessen any fear of my falling over the big puppy, a St Bernard with a bit of Mastiff, and risking hitting my head. She did lean against the backs of my knees and cave me in just once but we did fine.)

Friday the baby let himself be put down in a crib for the first time, and that was a huge milestone.

We are in awe of our daughter. We are in awe of our son-in-law. You could not ask for better parents. And we are head over heels in love with Mathias.

I have to add, on a side note, that we got the great Alaska experience: one night (such as they are in May) we had just pulled onto the road when Richard slowed the car almost instantly right back down to a gentle stop before I saw why.

There was an immense moose before us. It took the next few steps that brought it right up to the hood of our car, where we could see it more clearly in the dusk. We weren’t going anywhere.

We knew rationally to be afraid but neither of us could find it in us to be so. Wow. What a magnificent animal. I’d always thought moose were frankly pretty darn ugly, but looking straight up at this seven foot tall creation of nature as it took a few steps around us and now stood outside the driver’s side–the entire driver’s side of the car–we were silent, taking in the moment as it took in us. Hail fellow. Well met.

Richard, pulling carefully away now, hoped out loud, Did you get its picture? as it stood there in the road, turning its enormous head to look at the kids’ house and then the other way while I hoped the dog wasn’t barking its head off.

Uh that would be a no. (On both.)

He said he wasn’t going back for it (!), and that made sense.

The other thing? The former governor of Alaska was in the grocery store at the other end of the produce department over by the deli while we were picking a few things up for the kids. No it couldn’t possibly be. Yes she absolutely was. I was slightly agog and trying not to look like it while my husband could not have cared less–we’re DC natives, we grew up with politicians, enough of them people who needed to let you know that they were important and he simply was not impressed. I love that man.

This is what matters.

Mathias went from squinting away from the brightness of light to opening his eyes to it and to us more and more. He went from a low of 6 lbs 13 oz to racing to make up for lost birthweight and beyond.

We got a text between airports Sunday: the dog had picked up a favorite toy and gone searching through the house for me. She wanted our playing together to never end.

Soon enough a little boy will be taking over from there.

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What a wonderful way to spend a week! So good for everyone to have time together and time to rest.
Chris S in Canada

Comment by Chris S 05.08.17 @ 5:35 pm

I’m grinning from ear to ear reading this!

Comment by twinsetellen 05.08.17 @ 7:53 pm

What a wonderful visit you had! Babies, dogs, and a bonus moose! Welcome home.

Comment by Pegi 05.09.17 @ 4:29 am

I see you doing the Happy Dance, clear from here.

Comment by Sharon Stanger 05.09.17 @ 6:07 am

I’m so happy that you both could get up there and be of real help to your grandson and his parents, enjoying every second of course. I hope this week is easy as you both get back into your home routine.

Comment by DebbieR 05.09.17 @ 6:19 am

Thank you for sharing some of your wonderful new grandson with us.

Congratulations to the new parents!

Sending a prayer of gratitude that you all got to be together for as long as you did – and for the moose to give you a proper, polite greeting! 🙂

Comment by Suzanne from Montreal 05.09.17 @ 6:29 am

LOVE! And yes, my twins were two of those “I want to be held all the time” babies…I just wish my dogs could have done more holding. 🙂

Comment by Joanne 05.09.17 @ 8:58 am

Ah sweet. I chuckle because your hubby has a way of making your grand-babies look like they’re getting smaller.

Comment by LynnM 05.09.17 @ 11:31 pm

So very happy you had this time with the new family! Some friends and I had a retreat in Nederland, Colorado last week and woke up to 3 moose 10 feet away from our bedroom window! Such a magnificent animal – so much bigger and more majestic than you might imagine! So happy you had the up close and personal experience! I traveled to AK many times during my working years to our offices up there and was always on the lookout for these creatures everyone said were everywhere – I did not find that to be true though and did not see one until I was back home!

Comment by chris 05.10.17 @ 3:55 pm

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