It was never my plan to cut the umbilical cord. I didn’t think I could stomach it. I am not the squeamish type, but I am not a fan of blood either. When the moment came though, I couldn’t be more honored than to cut the cord that brought our daughter to life. It was more than symbolic, it was a moment that I will cherish for the rest of my time here on earth.
After the cord was cut, the nurses crimped the end and put on a blue dye on it to advance the healing process. Over the past 3 weeks Mandi and I have been in charge of a daily cleaning ritual with alcohol wipes every time we change her. It has been a subtle reminder of the birthing process and how very young Kaia is even though she has been here for what seems to be my entire life.
Yesterday Kaia lost her blue thingy. (I don’t know the medical term, so for the purpose of this entry, a “blue thingy” will suffice.) Just as symbolic of cutting the cord was for me, this was a special moment as it was another step in her development. Already over 9lbs, her growth in the past couple weeks has been rapid. She is already starting to show signs of recognition for her mother and I. She is becoming more and more vocal each day, and is starting to use her muscles to look around when held.
A small one, but a “baby” step in the right direction for Kaia. I couldn’t be a prouder daddy of my little girl. I look at her growing rapidly and wonder if this feeling of euphoria will ever end? Even in my disappointments and time of anger, I can’t imagine a time that my love for her will cease to exist. Unlike the umbilical cord, this is a bond that will never be broken.
I just hope it’s an innie and not an outey!!
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