Scary stories from a lovely place
We’ve been fortunate enough to somehow bring another boy baby healthily and whole into the big, bad world.
This is Joseph Stephen Reid.
He was born on the 3rd May at around 11am. I can’t remember the exact time, I was in so much pain I wasn’t paying attention to the hands on the clock.
We didn’t know he was going to be a boy, but we thought he probably would be. Joseph, our fourth delightful son.
For about the last 10 weeks of my pregnancy there was some concern that Jojo was too small. I had myriad extra scans and heaps of monitoring, that some of my other children also had to attend. For energetic little boys, they are pretty good at sitting in a hospital room for an hour with a ‘Where’s Wally’ book and only complaining every 10 minutes. The doctors wanted to bring my labour on early but I pushed them back as far as I could, and in the end Joseph was born only 4 days earlier than his due date. Even that morning the doctor conceded that the tests were inconclusive and I could go home and wait if I wanted to (albeit with daily monitoring at the hospital). We agreed to go ahead with the dreaded induction and Joey was born a couple of hours later, a fine and average weight. Not small. It was all a bit infuriating. But when the quality of the healthcare provided is very high, and when it is free of charge (beyond the taxes that we pay) and when there are so many people around the world who have to deliver babies in tricky circumstances, without good healthcare, and with lasting physical and emotional damage, we really can’t complain. And even if we could, we shouldn’t.
Joseph is a lovely little guy, as they all are. Not as easygoing as his oldest and closest brothers, but not as tricky as Oisin, with whom he shares dark hair and dark eyes. The older two brothers are eager to help, providing cuddles and pats at whim. Liam seems to think Joey is humorous but also a bit annoying when he wants books read but finds my lap full of squirming baby with kicking legs.
They are dear children. I don’t deserve all these wonderful boys, but I have them nonetheless, and now I need to figure out how to raise them well.