Thank you for loving our daughter

9.18.13 Part IV


           As I said in the previous post, there were quite a few people waiting for us in the recovery room. I worked with two guys in my previous job (I just changed jobs this past March) who I consider to be my brothers and I have a very special relationship with both of them. I still see them on a regular basis with my new job, and every time I saw them they poked fun at me about being ready to pop or being big as a house or whatever.

          Anyways, these two brothers of mine had decided that they were going to come see us at the hospital at about 9 AM (when they should have been working- slackers) and around that time the nurse came in and told us that David and Timmy were here to see us. Alex went out into the hall to tell them what had happened, and my sweet brothers lost it. They had to go in the second room that had been set aside for us to gather themselves. They came in maybe 10 or 15 minutes after getting there.

          David use to be my superior at my previous job, and in his words, "we use to fight a lot". Just like a big brother. When David came in the room, he hugged on me and started crying (he also has two grandsons at home, one of which is only about 10 days old at this point). I teased him and said, "Come on, dude, you're suppose to be the strong one" which of course made him laugh. Then I asked if he would like to hold Kaitlyn, and he said he did. David held our daughter and whispered to her and kissed her sweet forehead. I cannot tell you how much it meant to me to watch him not be afraid of holding and loving our daughter. David and I have always had a unique relationship, but in that moment I saw how much he not only loved me and Alex, but also how much he loved our daughter. It will be one of the precious memories that I guard for the rest of my life.

            The nurses also brought in a memory box that had some special items in it. It had the beanie they had originally put on her (before I had swapped it out for her blingin' headband that she had her pictures taken in), and four pieces of paper that had her footprints and a lock of her hair on it. It is white and has a deep green ribbon on it, and it currently sits right next to me on my nightstand. It helps to know that her things are right there whenever I want to look at them.