I fidgeted for much of last Thursday. I couldn’t sit still, I felt sick with worry. Ant and Flic were at the hospital. Their baby was on the way.
When I looked up from constantly checking my phone for news, I thought the sunset was giving me a big gender clue about the pending arrival.
I cried tears of relief when Anthony phoned to tell me the baby had arrived safely. If the past five years have taught me anything; it’s the universe doesn’t much care about your carefully laid plans.
I cried again when Ant said that he and Flic had decided to name their son David John Cootes in honour of our brother David.
We spoke briefly. I marvelled at how besotted Anthony sounded at his baby son and how proud he was of Flic’s valiant labour to bring their boy into the world.
When I came inside to share the news, the Little Sister was emotional too.
But she was crying because she’d really wanted a girl.
On Friday we loaded our clan in the car and headed to Brisbane to meet the newest member of our family.
Baby David didn’t disappoint. Tiny hands, tiny feet, the Cootes lips, a dimple; he’s the perfect package.
The Little Sister even warmed to him, despite his gender failings.
Those of you who have been with me from the beginning and have shared our sadness over the David we lost, will understand our unbridled joy at welcoming Baby David.
A shiny new life to welcome to our perfectly imperfect family.
I’ve felt a shift in my grief since Baby David’s arrival.
Isn't it marvellous that so much joy be wrapped into such a tiny package?
Beautiful! I'm glad little sister warmed to him, the photo of her and I am guessing Grandma holding bub is adorable. New life welcomed into the family is always amazing and I can completely understand that it is a little healing as well.
Bec Senyard says
He is just beautiful. Congratulations. Such wonderful news! xx
Now I'm crying!! Hello David. Isn't he just gorgeous :)). Well done Cootes family xxx