As all readers will understand the historical Strange Weather, the last post in this blog was a long time for the birth of my daughter. Moreover, the birth of Peter had been told to
word for word, and then it was worth a little delay 'closing of the curtain to do wrong.
Like Peter, even his sister had to wait a bit ', still lingering ten days of the date alleged, in the comfortable warmth of the womb of Silvia. Needless to say, in this case, the wait has been frustrating, but just one day before the date set for induction, the little amazed us with a double surprise: not only decided to be born with their own forces, but also wanted to catch up quickly and going out with a certain delicacy.
The night before had come to visit a friend of ours and everything was normal. The only vague impression that we could be the next event, I was aroused by the manner in which Silvia has hailed Peter before I fall asleep. Can not explain, but at the time it seemed to me that knew unconsciously that the next day was not at home to give him the usual hello.
The first contractions came shortly after, ie to the early hours of the day following, precisely at two o'clock in the morning on September 5, almost exactly one month away from the time my father left us. I do not know if this means anything, but I like to think that this has been welcome surprise on her.
Although even in the days before there were mini-contractions of the preparation that we had mistakenly put on the qui vive, this time there was no doubt they were real ones, and before we knew it had already assumed a frequency of about ten minutes. Around three o'clock we were ready to leave for Alba, while my mother watched over our house on Peter, who was sleeping.
Travel, contractions in part, has enjoyed throughout the hushed calm of a night walk: little traffic, few lights, a few noises, and I just Silvia. Randomly in the CD player turned
Ask Forgiveness Bonnie "Prince" Billy, on the whole album tones suitable to the occasion. I remember the first song was his cover of
I've seen it all Bjork. Arrived in Alba, Silvia I left in the waiting room of the emergency room, and I went to park. The room was crowded Saturday residues from Evening: broken noses and so on. Silvia has preferred to walk around the long journey that leads to the gynecological ward, despite the approximation and the intensification of the contractions. The spacious and semibui hospital corridors in a desert summer evening had an air of calm and left together.
Once delivered, a midwife made us sit in the comfortable delivery room that, at the time of Peter, they were refurbishing. I admit that I have checked, first of all, there was the CD player: it was stronger than me, but then we agreed on our playlist for over a month before ... ahem. However, if the last time the pain of the contractions had been softened by the delicate notes of
Pink Moon by Nick Drake , and Peter was then was greeted by the voice of Billie Holiday
, this time our careful choice had fallen on joint
Secrets of the Beehive David Sylvian ,
Master and Everyone usual Bonnie "Prince" Billy,
Beautiful Collision Bic Runga and Our Endless Numbered Days
Iron & Wine , having also the same as a reserve
Pink Moon, as he had done its job three years ago. Obviously, the hope was that they ought not to use them all, but after the experience of Peter, not we thought that we were lucky enough to not have the time to listen to even one!
So, in short, Gemma was a splinter. When we placed in the delivery room I think they were almost four in the morning, and just under two hours later, around quarter to six, our child was already in the arms of his mother. Although labor, like any labor, has not been painless, it was done with incredible ease, agility and speed. Even for me, I did not even have to do much, except to extend their hands to Silvia when the contractions came so he could shake, and offer a shoulder to bite in a couple of times at most (nothing compared to what who have suffered a few days after her husband and the midwives of the future roommate Silvia).
When the midwife who could start pushing, Silvia has looked incredulous, and soon after launched one long cry. I looked up and I do not know why, for a moment it seemed to me a proud Indian warrior. Just as we were both in disbelief when, even before you see her (Sylvia embraced behind me, so neither you nor I could see what was happening further down), we heard the first cry. In a breath Gemma was already there, lying on the couch, tiny, clean, pretty and so terribly similar to Peter. We stayed there in all three tranquility of the delivery room, early in the morning.
Now Gemma is here at home with us. Silvia's stay in hospital was a bit 'hard for Peter, but he and I, we managed quite well at home alone. Yes, of course it is, you see very well that some 'have to suffer Dividends his mother with someone else, but I must say that so far our child has behaved with a certain maturity, not making a fuss even when the first day of kindergarten, although the two "traumatic" events have occurred a short distance from each other. Sometimes he even tried to console his sister urged to take in her arms when she was crying and saying: "Do not cry! I'm here. "From our side, we are trying to involve as much as possible and let him not miss too much our presence. Needless to say our days are very, very long.
I keep my daughter in my arms, I look , so like Peter, so quiet, soft and sweet, I think of all the days to come, the growth process has just begun. While rocking show in semi-automatic which has become my singing repertoire, I wonder, after three years of living with Peter, will be with a girl. I look into my eyes and wonder what I see in and see how his father when he grows up. I feel his thin squeaks and its editor in search of the baby crying, and I wonder how will be his voice. I imagine playing with Peter a few years, when they are both larger, and it makes me wonder how the world around me will evolve over time so long yet so short of three years, before I can see it as I see Peter hours. Over the last three of them have changed many, many, things. They grew, and we try to focus on them.
Thanks for being here, Gemma. Your name, we tried to keep hidden until the last, was the name of your great-grandmother
. We have chosen not only because we liked (I personally love the names simple, short, with etymology, and even better with clear references to the natural world) and why did the couple with Peter, which can also be understood in one of its meanings, as a feminine. We have also chosen because we wanted at this gem that is unfolding into the future, this was a link with the past. Why, if I granted the banality, the plant on which it is not blossom without roots.
That 's what I received from you ..... 
Our last heartbreaking conversation was held about a week before, when he asked me how I named my new daughter, and told me that he would have liked to stay with us a few more years. I can only imagine what it must have been painful for him the idea of \u200b\u200bparting from his beloved grandchildren, still so young. 
's swap received by Cristina garden she thought my handmade potato candy gift ..... thanks for you then know that Christ was the First swap ... good! 
Chicca 
Hello good summer I'll post 'in the works this week I received several swap not yet posted to begin with ....... well 
Here's what I got, we did an exchange to 2 (and soon I'll post 'what the ship' and tomorrow ... 'a surprise ...) because you are a treasure of blogghine with which I have always maintained contact even when not writing ..... that picture and say 'wonderful' reductive thought of everyone, including my daughters giving him candy and pencils, small springs TREASURE ... THANKS! affectionately 
This' swap garden organized by Sabry sprdito to Consuelo who did not blog, unfortunately I had to do my own thing, not knowing taste and style but the photos not to make the garden apron .... sooo comfortable! I know that the decoration of the wreath is not 'arrive intact ... I'm sorry but it's all "craft" already' and 'put them over so that the parcel sti!! 
And here's what to swap 'that you like, organized by legendary Stefy never swap was more 'object guessed combined findings from the main exchange agreed with the tying and then .... I had lots of surprises .... Lella combined as I left Matilda Jane Austen with her grandmother's old lace in the perfect color for my ... ENCHANTING HOME!! 
