He is most awesome.
He is most awesome.
|At various ages and in various ventures.|
He's a miracle IVF baby (only one try -- eggs literally in one basket) and we thought we very nearly lost him when he was born. Due to some mid-birth complications, we were told we most certainly did NOT want to hear him cry, because then he would suck in some nasty stuff that would more than likely land him in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (or NICU) for a while. Now, I volunteered in the University of Virginia NICU during my pre-med years, and I knew this was not at ALL a good thing, because I knew what they'd have to do to him.
|It's very, very cool that I know one of these is Zack, and I knew my date of conception exactly, to the hour.|
To say the birth was completely NOT what a single book had described is putting it lightly. I had been begging for a C-section but he got stuck and the doctor pulled out the good 'ol ancient forceps. I'm screaming, throwing up, crying, hysterical. Sounds like me, right? The doctor who delivered Zack had been Chief of Obstetrics at one hospital and I really, really liked him and trust him, and I have never seen anyone keep their cool so well. Thankfully, but also frighteningly, Zack was not breathing when he was born, and the doctor handed him off almost like a football to one of four waiting NICU nurses who had all their equipment for help with them.
|Zack at three months. Photo by Jen Fariello|
Finally I couldn't take it anymore.
"Is he alive?" I asked.
The doctor looked over his shoulder. Through the mass of four nurses hovering over him and doing God know what, I see this little hand rise up in the air, almost as if he had heard me and wanted to say, "I'm here. Be with you in a minute."
The doctor looked back. "It appears so," he said with his typical dry, dead-pan way, and I cried. Rick cried. And I could relax.
|Zack at one year giving kisses. Photo by Jen Fariello.|
I never thought I'd be a good mother. I'd never changed a diaper in my life (Rick changed his first one and I was horrified -- "what IS that?"), had never really been around babies other than in the UVA NICU, and of course I wasn't allowed to touch them, but talk to them and help the parents and staff any way I could. The main reason I thought I'd be a lousy mother is I have no patience. I'm absolutely an impatient person (ask anyone). But with Zack, he has become (most of the time, anyway!) my Zen. Over the past eleven years, I've found myself being patient with this child when I can't be patient with anyone else, including myself.
He's that awesome.
Lori Anderson creates jewelry and bead kits as well as collaborative mixed media art with her son, Zack. Visit her shops by clicking on the right side bar of this blog (please and thank you!). She is also the creator of the Bead Soup Blog Party® and author of the book "Bead Soup" via Kalmbach Publishing.