If you will recall, there was a moment of panic on Thursday the 15th of May as I rushed to the Labor and Delivery department of NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital on the Upper East Side.
Well as it turned out that day was not to be the day that Elizabeth had the baby… but it was only three days later that she did! At about six forty-one in the morning on May 18th, we welcomed our daughter Malka Lilah Davidescu into the world. The name is somewhat interesting because there were a lot of names that we were discussing, but Malka was a far and remote choice. That was when something unexpected happened — she happened to be born exactly when she was born.
When our son Chaim was born we thought it was pretty neat that he had been born on the same day as his grandfather on his mother’s side — that is to say my wife Elizabeth’s father. On Sunday night (the 17th) we were informed that the likelihood was overwhelming due to her blood pressure and how far along she was that the baby would have to be born on the 18th — which just happens to be my father’s birthday. The name Malka comes from my father’s grandmother — and the name Lilah (pronounced LIE-LAH) comes from Elizabeth’s father’s grandmother. It all worked out quite well.
From the get-go, just about everything has been different. I am grateful for a number of things, including that we kept all of the wonderful gDiaper covers that we used for Chaim — they found new life with Malka. All of the money that we spent getting reusable covers for Chaim did not need to be spent a second time — and to think that had we gone with disposable diapers as we were told we eventually would, we now would have to spend that money all over again.
In the world of pajamas there are many crossovers as well. I have no objections to putting Malka in many of the same pajamas that Chaim wore when he was a newborn — is there someone to tell me that she can’t appreciate rock bands on her pajamas as he did?
We were warned that we needed to be extremely careful about the possibility of Chaim getting fussy or upset or jealous about the attention that he will be missing due to the new baby in the home. If anything, the only times he really gets upset is when he tries to help us with something related to Malka and we tell him that he is too young or small to help. Just about every single time I have changed her diaper, I have my little helper climbing up on a stool ready to help in any way that he can. He adores his little sister and has learned a lot about the beginning of life from having her around. Just the other day he observed to Elizabeth that Malka didn’t seem to really do anything other than to eat, sleep, and occasionally cry. We told him that he wasn’t all that different.
When Chaim was this age, he was nearly impossible to put down — he didn’t like any sort of rock and play system and would start crying immediately if not held. Malka is totally different, for the most part. I put her down and went to get something from the kitchen — food that I did not have to eat in a hurry or one handed — and I laughed when I came back out because she was laying in the rock and play so content with being there.
I do have to adapt in many ways, however — I have less time in the evening and in the morning, and so I will need to change my schedule around if I hope to keep my promises to you, dear readers — and I do!