You have a lot to look forward to. Your father is not only so handsome, but he is Italian, from Tuscany . . . and Italians love babies even more than they love pasta . . . and do you know how much they love pasta? Sometimes they can't go a whole day without feeling a deep pain in their heart if they don't have a plate of it. So, just imagine how much your Babbo already loves you.
His olive blue eyes water and redden at the thought of touching you. His hands move around in these frenetic Italian gestures at the thought of just having you right there in front of him. He has attended every single doctor's appointment with me. He holds my hand when the gynecologist sticks her own inside me to do a pelvic exam and he laughs every time she says anything about you. "His head has dropped down into your pelvis. I can feel it," the doctor said.
"You can feel his head?" Your Babbo smiled and started hyperventilating in his unique way of giggling as if that was the most exciting news he had ever heard. Going to the gynecologist has never been so fun with your father by my side. You should have seen his face the first time we saw you as a little peanut in the sonogram, after the doctor zoomed in and we could see your heart beating a million miles an hour. That moment was one of the best in our lives. Your Babbo couldn't stop talking about your heartbeat for months and months until the next sonogram when he saw your penis for the first time. Talk about making a father proud. He always knew you were going to be a boy, even when everyone else thought you were going to be a girl.
I am so lucky as well to have him by my side. This whole pregnancy has been a learning experience for the both of us. At first he whimpered at the mere sight or sound of a woman giving birth in a movie, but he pushed through that. We watched natural birth films together. We attended natural birth classes together. He's been by my side in a classroom for multiple hours studying breastfeeding and newborn care (not an easy feat for his type of attention span). Now he is ready to even cut the umbilical cord, something he couldn't even talk about in the past. Now he is prepared to massage me during birth, to be a force of strength right by my side, to hold you skin to skin unbathed and slathered in vernix immediately after birth if for some reason I cannot . . . and he can do all of this not only because of his immense love for both you and me, but because of the education we committed to empower ourselves with before your birth.
But, "the proof is in the pudding." We'll see if he passes out or if I just start screaming: "give me the fucking drugs." Whatever happens Brunino, the one constant is that we love you and we've given it our best.
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