My Bundle of Joy

Babies. I have always have a fear of babies. I don't know why but I always try to avoid them as much as I possibly could. On the other hand, my mom loves babies so every newborn it was like we were the first to be there to welcome the new baby. I would just look at the baby and that was about it.

Though a few months ago, I was blessed with a beautiful, baby sister, Samantha, on November 10, 2011. She's really my niece but my uncle was the father figure for me as I grew up, and evolved into being my other dad over time. On the night of the Sam's birth, he was constantly texting me and keeping me updated until the actual birth-giving part of it. The next morning my parents left and said I could visit her until she was back at my uncle's, but that wasn't soon enough for me to meet my first sister. I say "my first sister" because I grew up with nothing but boys and never really had girls to talk to until I started going to school that is. But with my parents gone and my eagerness increasing to visit my sister, I asked a friend to take me to Winslow and since she had to pick up hay herself, it all worked out fine. The first stop was Little Colorado Medical Center, room 3, I remember walking through the hallways looking at every label searching for "Room 3". As I passed every room, my heart began beating faster and I became nervous walking until I reached the right room.


When I entered the room I saw my other dad, his girl, her daughter, and my baby sister. I hugged the three of them and stood beside my baby sister, she was asleep, so I began stroking her above her forehead and along her jawline, admiring her birthmark on her left jaw. I couldn't help but smile knowing that I finally have a sister of my own, so I held her hand and felt a warm tear gently roll down my face, tears of joy. Sam then moved her hand from mine then grasped my pointer finger and didn't let go until I had to leave. As she held on to my finger no words could ever describe the feelings that I felt that day for her. I stood beside her in silence listening to my other dad tease about him waiting for the doctor to tell him to deliver his child, his girlfriend telling me that she didn't feel any pain at all throughout the entire thing, and her daughter making fun of my dad telling me that he drove so slow from Holbrook to Winslow and occasionally I laughed with them. The four hours I spent with her felt like 20 minutes but my friend was waiting for me outside, so I had no choice but to leave the side of my sister. I said my good byes to the three and told them I would be visiting my baby sister as much as I could.

Samantha was the first baby I first held inside my arms and I enjoyed it a lot! I still have a slight fear when she cries inside my arms, but thankful my mom has been there for me to hand her Sam. I love spending time with my baby sister whether its a few minutes or a few hours, I know those are times that I will never regret. I am still learning how to feed her, change her diaper, and everything else you need to know to take care of a baby and I'm loving it and learning a lot. I just hope to be there for my little sister as she grows up, just as her dad was there for me as I grew up.