A day or two after he was born, I remember the nurse bringing him to me all swaddled up. I held my arms out with extreme joy as she gently placed him in my arms. Just the short time he was gone seemed like part of me was missing, still getting used to that fact he is no longer wiggling around in my belly. I smiled contently at him, cuddling his body upright on my chest, tilting my neck looking down at him in awe. I could still hear the nurse giving me the routine pass down that she probably has done day in and day out. Your son did real well this morning, baby looks good, and weight is good, heart rate, blood pressure, and so on…. hearing and vision test done, all normal. You may want to keep him near the window to get some light; a little jaundice…distracted while she was telling me but knew what she was saying. I suddenly perked up and looked away from his precious face and asked, what about his eyes, I don’t know why I had asked that, she said all is normal. “Are you sure?” I asked again. She restated everything she had just told me to reaffirm that all test came back clear and the pediatrician had been in to see him. Why I had asked about his eyes, I had no idea. After all he had my daddy’s blue eyes, every time I looked at him; I just saw those baby blue eyes.
