9 months ago, we were at my parents house for Sunday dinner. After dinner we sat around chatting when suddenly my brother told us he wanted our opinion on something that he and Ashlyn had been arguing about. It was over a pair of shoes Steve bought, and he ran out to his car. He came back inside with big Sketchers box and asked us to see what we thought of them. As he opened the box, I didn't see anything, but upon closer inspection I saw a tiny pair of baby shoes. It took my brain a minute to register what they were telling us. They were pregnant.
"Oh wow..." was all I could say as I was suddenly flooded with emotion. I grinned and said in my most happy voice, "That's so great you guys! How exciting!" I sat at the dining room table for 5 more minutes and then discreetly went upstairs and sat on the edge of the bathtub. I was happy for them, but my mind still couldn't grasp what was happening. My brother is having a baby. My little brother. I closed the bathroom door and turned on the fan. Wait, I'm the older one...I got married first...I always thought I'd get pregnant first... and then I lost it. I buried my head in the soft white terry cloth hanging in front of me and cried. I was happy, but I also felt confused, jealous, sad, and excited all at the same time. I wanted a baby. I wanted to be pregnant.
It took me awhile to accept that my little brother was in fact going to be a dad, but eventually I grew more and more excited and I really was genuinely happy for them. Pretty soon, I had a reason to go into baby stores. I bought little shirts and jamies for their baby and my excitement grew.
And then today at 4:00 in the afternoon, she was born. When my brother called me I could hear her screaming in the background. She had quite a set of lungs- just like I did when I was born. "Adda girl," I thought, "We already have something in common."
As I drove to the hospital, my emotions again got the best of me and I started crying, but this time, there were no feelings of jealousy or sadness...just excitement, anticipation, and pure joy.
From here on out, I'll be Auntie Shannon to her. Her funny, funky, auntie who will spoil her rotten.
6lb 13oz 19"
6lb 13oz 19"