Mary Virginia loves babies. She acts like an over-eager grandmother when she hears about an infant. She gets so excited that she starts talking in falsetto, and has to channel her energy into frantically knitting tiny sweaters and bootees. Then when she’s actually in the room with an infant, she transforms into a middle-school-aged boy with a crush. She really wants to be close to the baby, to touch the baby, to kiss the baby. But she doesn’t quite know what to do, so she just avoids eye contact.
Last week we went to visit a new baby, and while she waited five agonizing seconds for me to unbuckle her carseat, she screamed, “Where is that baby? WHERE IS THAT BABY?”
Two of my very closest friends were both expecting baby girls on the same day. One came a bit early and the other came a bit late, and here they are — born two weeks apart, separated by one ounce, one inch and one very dark, very full head of hair.
Felicity Rich Ramsey
Born April 2
8 lbs., 5 oz., 20 in.
Psalm Elizabeth Krieger
Born April 16
8lbs, 6oz., 21 in.
I’m so privileged to get to watch these girls grow, and to share this wonderful and challenging phase of life — when the need for community and connection is deep and can be difficult to find — with such wonderful, close friends.
These baby girls also serve as very, very adorable reminders that I will probably not be pregnant forever. Even though, as I approach week 38, I’m gearing up to be pregnant for at least three more weeks.