Beautiful Thing

     Not that I already abandoned this concededly addictive blogging-thing – in fact this had gotten to be a difficult habit to break or so I thought – but work, change of residence, more work, husbandly duties (if there is such a term), horrendous Ban-Tal traffic, routine pre-natal check-ups, deadlines, yep, and a hundred other things that seemed to anesthetize my seemingly incorrigible hankering to write.  All together, these must have been such a tremendous sedative since for quite awhile it somehow bunged that so-called writing juices from flowing out.  But the itch is still there.

     I do write day in and day out.  Legal pleadings.  Not much creativity there but loads of gobbledygook.  I don’t intend to but often you have to respond to gobbledygook with gobbledygook.

     But this most beautiful thing happened to me that led me back to my laptop and write about it.  And share my thoughts to the whole world.

     He is Ethan Victor. I named him (the “Victor” part) after my father’s who died when I was still two years old.  I had no memory of him but somehow, perhaps because of my mother’s stories of him – from which such reassuring inspiration is continually drawn – he still manages to become part of who I am.  The “Ethan” part – well, I just like the name.  My wife and I had an unwritten agreement.  She produces the baby. I produce the name.  Quite a fair deal.

     Not a fair deal really when it did happen.  I couldn’t possibly fathom the pain and sacrifice my wife had to go through.  In her case, her blood pressure shot up to as high as 200 on the day she delivered.  That was a nasty surprise considering that all previous tests on her indicate everything to be normal.  Despite that – but with the plucky doggedness of Dr. Chona Tremedal – Leizl managed to have a normal delivery.  Such mettle and strength that my wife displayed in the course of such critical situation was clearly immeasurable.  I say with all candor that I am not half the man er, woman that she is.

     I thought I was prepared for fatherhood.  I had an idea of what it was like. I have friends who are fathers. I experienced the thrill of anticipating it.  All of these proved nothing compared to the reality of it happening – when you come face to face with an angel that you know is part and parcel of you.  A most beautiful thing. 
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