Friday, November 28, 2008

The Baby Sniffer

By JB

I should clarify. Not the lower part-the diapered part-but the fuzzy, nearly-bald head of a newborn.

My best friend had a baby yesterday. His name is Oliver. (Isn't that darling?) I can't wait to meet him. Truth, be told, I can't wait to smell him. Some of the women out there know what I'm talking about. There's this scent, this indescribably scent, that clings to the soft crowns of newborn babies that is...well...heavenly. Perhaps it because they are so recently delivered from that realm, but newborn babies have got it over any candle, flower, or perfume.

I should point out that I'm not really a baby person. I love kids, but I like to have my hugs returned and I like to tell stories and not have them nod off in the first five seconds! My youngest baby is moving from her crib to her big-girl bed in three weeks, so perhaps that explains my eagerness to hold a swaddled, 9-pound newborn.

Still, the diapers, the lack of sleep, the endless feeding, the worrying over each hiccup or cough in the night...Nothing can give you gray hairs like the stress your feel in the name of your young child. I know those never end and the teenage years recall all these feelings and then some, but at least these erratic young adults are potty trained!

After I give Oliver a few sniffs, I might actually ask the mom how's she's doing! This is her third son and I am very fond of her older boys. In fact, I secretly hope my daughter marries one of them. :)

So, I'm off for my baby fix. This has to last me until my sister-in-law has her little girl. She might enter the world Christmas Day. Wouldn't that be something?

How about you? Have you held a teeny, tiny, bundle of joy lately? Tell me about him or her.