From 3 to 4
Well, he’s here, and he brought the sunshine with him. Der Lüdde was born in the very same room as his sister, after keeping us waiting for what felt like an awfully long time. He is small and calm with very long fingers and a smattering of rose-gold hair. Like a good second-born, who must fit into an already-established way of life – as opposed to the first-born, who establishes the way of life – he has already been grocery shopping and out for ice cream and to the park. Besides, sunshine is good for the soul, especially tiny, new souls.
Once again, I enjoyed my stay at a German hospital, a stay peppered with enormous amounts of bread and cheese, Vitamalz bier, the omnipresence of breastfeeding tea, and the word ‘Kreislauf‘. The Germans take circulation extraordinarily seriously. My Kreislauf was asked after daily, my roomie’s Kreislauf was the subject of so much discussion, I lost count of how many times the word was actually used in one conversation. Also, quite thrillingly, I had another staple German conversation; an ‘es zieht’ exchange. (I always feel like everything is right in the world when a German mentions the fatal draft.) The lovely new room I shared with one other woman, was a warm one. It caught all the sun which, for a lizard like me, was a real bonus. One evening, the partner of my roomie who, to be fair, was far too warmly dressed and sprinting around fetching water and soothing the newborn and coaching his wife through various elements of post-birth recovery, was sweating up a storm. He gazed out the window, at the still fjord, and said ‘I don’t believe there is any movement in the air.’ I offered him the option of opening the windows completely, as opposed to having them auf kipp – only open at the top. He glanced nervously at his well-swaddled newborn, and wiped a lick of sweat from his moist brow. ‘I don’t know … what about the Zwerge?‘ And then, in the stillness of the air, with not a leaf outside rustled by the merest hint of a breeze, he said, ‘es zieht.’
So, we are home and settling into some sort of a new normal, aware that all things take time. Aware that this period in our lives, with two tiny humans and not a lot of sleep, will fly by – is flying by – and that we need to hold it with both hands, lest it slip by unnoticed.
So for now, all that is on the agenda, is ice cream and sunshine and the park, as we all make room for each other and get to know the little guy – and as he gets to know life on the outside.
PS: the photo used as the title image, was one I took as we went for a stroll around the Schlossgarten with a coffee, waiting for the baby. He arrived hours later.