Is that what you're thinking as you read # 0045? I know... I know... I must be tripping on Valium (can you trip on Valium??? I don't know drugs...)...
"Crying babies? SERIOUSLY!?! How 'bout 'Getting kicked in the face by a mule'? Is that going to be # 0046?"
I know it sounds crazy, but hear me out before I start typing the %$#@!&*^i%$ words for you. Maybe I should say crying newborns... would that be better?
The last couple times I've had a baby I've looked forward to hearing that first cry. I love that long awaited sound. You feel that little person kicking you in the ribs, squirming around, pushing out on your belly for so long. Those last few weeks you are so anxious to meet this little person that's been developing inside you since before you even realized it. You've been wondering what this little baby will look like, but before you see him or her you hear them! Well, that's how it worked for me anyway. I heard that cry before I saw them. Like one last teaser before you lay eyes on God's 9 month masterpiece.
I love that first cry and the ones that follow for another reason. Lungs. Healthy lungs. My best friend had a premature baby and I remember her barely developed lungs being the feature everyone was most proud of; impressed with; excited about; relieved with. How did they know right away that this preemie's lungs that had only 28 weeks to develop in the womb were alright? That cry. That first little cry.
Let it out, babies! Stretch those healthy lungs! Let us know you're here!
This is their first form of communication. It's all they have to work with right now. I love those first cries and the ones that follow.
It's the ones at 4 am that I may now be so sentimental about.
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