The c-section and medications, along with her age, had affected her milk supply the first couple of days. Having a baby in the late 40s was both challenging and exciting. She was so unassuming, and humble. She refused to put people to work. In fact, it wasn't until I asked her what she had eaten over the past twenty-four hours that she confided to me that with the stitches and slow recovery from the surgery, she wasn't able to decend the stairs, so she had resorted to snacking on whatever was within her reach.
I went downstairs and visited Theresa's immaculant living room and scrambled some eggs in her pristine kitchen. I carefully stepped across the white carpet and thought to myself, "This house will be transformed in a few months." I guess the decor was evidence that the couple thought their child-bearing days were over. What a surprise and blessing little Thomas was. I know the couple were welcoming finger prints on the walls, a mound of food around the kitchen table, dirty jeans from playing in the dirt and crayon markings--everywhere. Well, maybe welcoming isn't the exact word, maybe "anticipating." They were bracing for a new baby boy to be the focus of their attention.
And the focus of their attention he was. Theresa breastfed well past Thomas's first birthday, and he benefited from the love of his parents beyond measure.
The days of a pristine abode are gone. I'm sure the white carpet has some indelible markings and undoubtedly so do the walls, but any guest in the home can tell that the home has been filled with something much more valuable than artifacts, the couple's home is now filled with the laughter of a child.
Christy Jo, Doula