I met my friend.s new born baby the other day at the hospital
and it was quite an interesting experience.
When you arrive at the hospital, to go up and see your friend all you have to do is ask for your friend’s name and the reception lady gives you the room number and lets you go up to the room, no questions asked. I was stunned at how easy it would be for any person to walk off the street, ask for her by name, and with no security check that random person could, theoretically, go up and visit the baby.
I did not think it would be that easy to go up and see the baby, but it was,Dear Ginobook readers.( Yay he said his “catchphrase”.)
If I ever was the father of a baby I would probably use a password for guests. I really do not think knowing,mine or the Mother’s name is enough of a safe guard in my opinion.
The room was amazing it had a T.V, 2 fridges stocked by the hospital with snacks, nice comfy chairs to recline in, a cupboard that you could wheel around the room, it had the little see through baby tank on top of it, and you had a built in bed beside the window which over looked a beautiful view of trees and forest.
The extra bed was for expecting Fathers and not visiting Gino’s, but if given the option I would definitely live in that room. It was better than most bed and breakfasts. ( Legal disclaimer: I have never been to a bed and breakfast.)
It was insisted upon me that I hold the baby, but I said I would rather just “pet it”, as I was afraid that I would drop it and cause great harm to it. This Baby was so little and frail
and it made me nervous how easily it would be to unintentionally cause it harm. I was talked in to holding it and it was a very strange experience. I was not connected to it in any emotional or “human to human” way, but I was very aware that this was a sweet little being and I found my self being instinctively careful.
It did not feel unnatural holding the baby, and I was very aware of how dear
and sweet of being this was, but I felt no personal connection to the baby.I also found my self amused with its wrinkly little hands and amazingly tiny finger nails. I think I laughed with amusement at how little and detailed his tiny hands were. I also found my self referring to the baby as “it”and not “he” or by his name. I had to be corrected several times as I would say,”It’s hands are so wrinkly and tiny”,Or, “It was so purple yesterday in those photos it was in on facebook”.
I have plenty of time to call it “he” and not “it”. I look forward to knowing it better and teaching it all my “Gino wisdom”.
Congratulations Stephanie and Geoff on your new baby boy. I think he will bring you lots of love and happiness and I send you both, my love and happiness on this day. Proud of you both!