My second baby turned 5 on Saturday.
I was reflecting this morning on how easily he made his entrance into the world, especially compared to my two girls. I sexed, bounced, and spicy food-ed myself into an easy labor. The contractions were simple and I had time to fix my hair and make-up before heading to the hospital in plenty of time to receive an epidural before the pain got crazy and less than two hours later he came out in two easy pushes. Matt was so stunned that we had a boy that he just stared in wonder and muttered a confused, “no” when asked if he wanted to cut the umbilical cord. For some reason, we both had anticipated being a family of all girls. Judah Lynn surprised us. And he continues to surprise us.
His very early days as an infant were easy, apart from the occasional spraying poo. He slept well, ate well, and seemed very easy going and laid back. I am not entirely sure when that all changed. Looking back, I remember that about 6 months after he was born, I realized that immediately after he was born, I reverted to my pre-pregnancy coffee drinking habits. I was so careful during pregnancy to limit my coffee intake or knock it out all together. I somehow forgot that nursing babies get a portion of what mommy eats in their milk. Oops.
My second baby is a feeler. He feels everything deeply and with great enthusiasm. Watching him watch movies is my favorite. If something is exciting, he runs around the room uncontrollably, jumps up and down, screams and laughs. It is incredible to watch. If something scares him, he buries his head and wimpers. Last week we watched a movie and it appeared that one of the main characters had died. He wailed in grief, tears streaming down his face. It was heartbreaking, breathtaking, hilarious, and beautiful all at the same time.
His affection and passion is catching. He loves to comfort his baby sister. I have heard him tell her on multiple occasions, in a very matter-of-fact manner, “Elayne, God is always with you. God is with you when you are scared. God is with you when you are alone. God is with you when you are getting your hair brushed. God is always with you.” He told Matt recently that he wants to be a pastor someday because he loves to talk about God all the time. He also wants to be a superhero, a fire fighter, a worship leader, and a rock star. Certainly whatever he does, he will do it with passion.
Judah is my child. Last night he nearly threw a fit because there were potatoes left on his fork and he didn’t want them to touch his porkchop. His food can’t touch and he is incredibly picky. I get it and I feel for him. Vegetables are questionable while pancakes, waffles, and anything sweet can be swallowed whole, one right after another. He is my child. He can sleep anywhere. It is not unusual to find him on the floor, in the hallway, under a bed, or in someone else’s bed.
I am quite sure that Judah is Matt’s child as well. Last night as it was time to go through (one of) the grueling daily routines of changing into pajamas in preparation for the dreaded bedtime, he asked me if he could still wear pajamas, now that he is grown, or if he is only able to wear his underwear. Apparently, in observation of his daddy, grown men only wear the bare necessities when they sleep. I assured him that his Spiderman, Batman, Ninja Turtle, and monkey footie pajamas are still more than suitable for a five year old.
The love in my heart for this kid cannot be contained. I treasure the moments with him, who he is and who he is becoming.
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