We've set up this blog so our out-of-town friends and family can track our hi jinks as we navigate this first pregnancy, and eventually, the growth of our child. Since we're close to the last of our friends and family to set forth on this adventure, we've had access to a lot of good advice as well as a questionable hand-me-down maternity wear.
In true Pete and Mel fashion, I wanted to open with a baby-themed poem; however, in true poetic fashion, most of the poems were either overly sentimental (i.e. seashell feet and rosebuds, folded hands and dreamy eyes) or underly sentimental (i.e. the baby died at the end). So I decided to compromise and exerpt a bit of D.H. Lawrence's A Baby Asleep after Pain, which combined the realistic view that most parents would accept (babies cry), but was a bit more optimistic than the others (baby gets hurt but lives). So, the exerpt, seen below the title above, expresses the parent-child bond that is realistic, gender neutral (in other words, it could be mom or dad holding the baby), and recognizable. The full poem is easily googleable.
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So clings to me My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears And laid against her cheek; Her soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm Swinging heavily to my movements as I walk. -D.H. Lawrence, A Baby Asleep after Pain, 1916
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