I hate it. On days like this it sucks to live half a world away from my family, who rejoices in the birth of my new baby niece Julia. I am overjoyed, but a little sadness is mixed in as well, when I think about how they can all sit together to welcome this new human to the family. I so want to be there.
They had to do a c-section, so my brother was the first person to hold his daughter. My brother who was never going to be a father, who, if you asked him how he liked a baby, he'd say, "Well, it's a baby. It's bald and ugly." He held his daughter and was asked by my mom, what she looks like... and he said, "Beautiful." Of course he did. They all do turn around when it's their own, don't they?
I am still in disbelief, and I have yet to wait a few hours to even get to see a few pictures of this new little bundle of joy.
I can't hold back the tears as I'm writing this post. It's truly a miracle. One more month until I get to see her... and until I get to see a transformed brother. I cannot wait.
Happy birthday, baby Julia.