The Beginning of my life through the eyes of my Mother

There, a perfect little child just born into this sinful, unforgiving, dark world.  But at that moment it didn’t seem that way, it almost seemed like it was the first snowflake of the winter coming from the sky down to the cold ground.  Her perfect little eyes not seeing clearly yet, but everything that she can see seemed, so real, so true, so loving.  Her arms and legs seemed almost like glass, fragile.  Her body was warm to the touch, but it was cold everywhere else.

                        The nurse looked at me with a smile and said, “It’s a girl.”

They then rolled us to the recovery room where all the new babies and their new mothers were.  The room was large room divided equally by curtains. The room was just big enough for my husband, me, and my newest member of the family.  It was so quiet except for the newly lively parents and the first baby’s cry of the new world.  Including my new daughter.  She kept crying and crying until I let my husband hold his new daughter and he said, “I’ll give yeah my credit card if yeah stop crying.”  Of course like any girl would, she stopped.

Then the nurse came and said, “And the name is?”

Oh, goodness the name I forgot all about the name. Okay, there was Bethlehem, Candy, Blane, or Brooke.  I looked over at my husband.  He gave me that look like “go ahead, name her. She’s a girl”.  He knew very well that I wanted to name her, because he got to name my other two son’s Bradley Michael who is nine and named after my father, Michael Volitich.  Blake Charles, who was six, was named after my husband’s father George Charles Schmitt.  So I went on thinking.  And before anyone else could breath again I said, “Brooke Noel Schmitt.”

            While in the recovery room my sister Judy peeked in and saw the little pink hat on her head and screamed out, “It’s a girl!” 

Almost immediately after she said that my two sons’, Brad and Blake, who were waiting outside the room started to cry.  They wanted a baby brother so much.  They wanted him to play baseball, basketball, and hockey, but now things were different they had to treat her with care and kindness.  So they went ahead and bought her Michael Jorden socks for her tiny little feet.  They still thought that they would teach her everything there is to know about any sport that Brad and Blake were interested in.

I was so relieved; I always wanted a little girl with blond hair and loved to shop.  And that is what I got.