The first time I held my new little nephew, I almost puked. It was certainly not the reaction I expected.
First of all, I’d had a looong day at work that involved no lunch. Also, I was really nervous about meeting little Vincent for the first time. I sometimes get nervous about meeting new people because I can be a bit shy. The kid was four hours old and naked when I met him, so I kind of had the upper hand. Then, the smell of the hospital really got to me. Also, I guess I was kind of emotional. You know, new baby, new chapter and COMING TO TERMS WITH THE FACT I’M NO LONGER THE BABY OF THE FAMILY all that.
So, when someone put him gently into my arms for the first time, my vision went funny, I could feel the blood draining from my face and the morning’s toast crawling back up my throat. All I could think about was how I would never, ever be forgiven for puking all over his angelic face. My kindly brother-in-law Andrew, the father of the boy child, took me to another room where I promptly sat on the toilet with my pants on and cried. I cried because I COULDN’T BELIEVE NO ONE WAS PAYING ATTENTION TO ME of the threat of vomiting. Even at the age of 23, when that feeling comes on all I want is my mum to clasp her hands under my mouth and catch the stomach shower.
Five days later, when the new little family were safely at home, I went to visit. Our second meeting was just as successful:
And then even more successful:
It’s clear he’s going to hold it against me for the rest of my life.
For real homes, Vincent Eriks is the sweetest little baby going around. He seems very easy-going, content and curious and he’s getting so much love from his very proud mum and dad. Sigh!