





Yesterday, Ayize's paternal grandfather and his wonderful wife came over for an impromptu belated baby birthday party/Christmas celebration. They brought along a huge wrapped box, which turned out to be a little pony, complete with "horsey" music. He went completely out of his gourd! And this morning, in the middle of eating his yogurt, he must have suddenly remembered it, because he dashed towards the living room so fast that I thought he would trip over his own two feet...and he was CRAWLING! I'm posting up the video. It was funny stuff.
Anyway, we were reminiscing about the day he was born and I was complaining about how few photos I have from our time in the hospital, since I forgot my camera in my mad dash to the delivery room. I know, I know, I haven't reached this part of our story yet in my blog, I'll get there, I promise! But -- spoiler alert -- let's just say, everything happened in a hurry at the end.
Long story short, my own dad overheard, and last night, he combed through his photo archives and sent me the pictures he took when he came to meet the baby. I don't even remember him coming. Surprise! The photos above are all taken approximately thirty to forty minutes after Ayize was born, in the room I labored and delivered in. Ayize was being monitored and my mom and sister were already present when my dad came. The last two are of me an hour later, after I was moved upstairs to the mommy ward. (NO, I was not on any drugs!! Just super busted after my long night!)
I had no idea what to expect when I saw the first email, so I casually opened it. When I saw the photo, my jaw dropped and I started crying. I couldn't stop tearing up at each one thereafter. I was sorry when I opened the last one.
I will never be able to thank my dad enough. I have wished and hoped a thousand times since Ayize's birth for photos of that special time, because it was such a momentous event but I was super foggy. I think it was something, too, about being alone that day. At the time, I played it tough for everyone's benefit, but on the inside, I felt a terrible ache and sense of loss to be going it alone. Yes, I was so very lucky to have my mom and sister by my side, and I am grateful and indebted to them for that, but I felt the absence of Ayize's dad very bitterly on that day, and somehow, seeing my own dad's photos, lovingly and proudly snapped that day, I feel as if some small salve has been applied to that long-sore spot.








