Baby boy

You were born on August 16th at 5 am in Tirana. At 6 am I got a text message “Dear Bana, you are an Aunt”. You are named Gerd, like Gerd Myler the soccer player. Your mom and dad couldn’t decide on a name for you for a long time. Names were changing every week. Your mom liked Fjord, Kron, Dalin, Blini, I liked Viktor and Farris etc. Well, here we are dear Gerd. You were born 3.4 kilos, and your mom had to push you out for three hours. She was in a lot of pain, the natural way.

When I first saw your picture, you looked more like a girl, than a boy. Oh well, I’m allowed to say such things to your mom. She knows me well. I am tough on her, but I feel when others only call you “poor thing or, it must be tough” someone has to be the “bad guy” and poke you with a stick to do something.

In these first few days, you sleep a lot, and haven’t yet figured out how to latch on to your mom’s food. I hope only good things for you from here on out. Your mom says you’re a good quiet baby, (only fussing when you must), and very sensitive to any movement around you. I like that about you. Sensitive Gerd.

I can’t wait to see you and hug your small body, and make jokes with your mom, about any other traits you may have gotten from her. You and she are well loved by me.

Where is She?

Someone who means well, but is confused, asked me today how is she? I don’t know. I think she’s watching over me, but I don’t know. Where are you? I picture your new residence, but hopefully you are not there much. It’s not much of a place, even though it’s quiet, with trees and flowers. Hopefully you’re walking somewhere, talking to friends making jokes, and can see me. I know it’s important to you, to see me, to know what I’m doing, to see my surroundings. I hope you don’t see everything. I am embarrassed about some. I hope you’re not too shocked, and this is not an apology, I can not give you one now. I hope you heard my last one. Well I don’t know where you are, but I don’t mind believing you’re around.