seemed strange to me
that a baby wouldn’t cry. Even when he was hungry, he just simply let out an
adorable flailing whimper.
Charlie came later that night and Jameson stepped out
with Van to get a real meal.
I loved that him and Van went out together. Van spent his
fair share of time holding Axel as well, which sent me into a full-blown
emotional shit storm. Much like the time I decided to watch Father of the Bride
and the day Jameson and I got married.
I couldn’t imagine how he must feel seeing us together as
a family, knowing his was gone.
All this reminded me of the fact that the man currently
holding my baby, was dying. In the days following the wedding, Charlie’s
appearance was shocking. He was losing incredible amounts of weight, his eyes
had dark circles under them and some days he couldn’t even form a complete
sentence.
Today was a good day.
“He is beautiful, Sway.”
“He is, isn’t he?” I gleamed. I was one proud mama
wizard.
“You havin’ more?”
“I think I’ll wait until I’ve actually left the hospital
before that happens.” I told him with the same enthusiasm I exuded after being
told I had to go through labor in the first place.
I knew Jameson and I’d probably have more, after all, we
did make one adorable flailing spaz.
“Don’t worry Axel Charles,” Charlie assured him. “your
parents are crazy but they’re pretty cool.”
Axel stared at him as though he knew he was in for an
interesting life.
Of course, I started crying watching my son and father
bonding. I was emotional. I cried at everything the last day or so. I thought
this would have ended when he was born but no such luck, it was worse.
The following day I was released to go home, which was
awesome. I hated staying in the hospital after having to spend so much time in
one when I was pregnant with Axel.
Leaving was another story altogether.
It took Jameson, Spencer, Aiden and Van to figure
out how to put the goddamn car seat in the Expedition. How this was so
complicated was beyond me.
Once in the car and ready to go, Jameson was the doting
father he’d become these last few days and had Axel so bundled up from the snow
that I couldn’t see anything but his tiny eyes.
“I think he’s too hot.” I told Jameson when he started
the car.
Jameson turned around to look at us in the backseat. “ Nah ... he’s toasty.”
“His little cheeks are red.”
“Cause he’s toasty. I’d rather be toasty then cold.”
“How do you know that’s what he’d want ... maybe he likes the cold?” I suggested.
“No ... he doesn’t.”
he said evenly. “Now let’s go.”
He then proceeded to pull onto Ensign Road at five miles
per hour. Here was a NASCAR Champion driving five miles per hour because his
infant son was in the car ... how ironic
is that?
I made him stop at Norma’s on the way home so I could get
a hamburger. I was starving from that ridiculous shit they called food in the
hospital. I was actually amazed some people didn’t die just from ingesting that
shit.
When we pulled into our driveway on Summit Lake, our
entire goddamn family was waiting for us.
Jameson and I just sat inside the car for a few minutes
watching them before Jameson turned around to look at us in the back seat.
“We’re never going to get them to leave, you know that
right?”
“Let’s just play nice, for now.”
“So you say ... I’m
tired.” His head fell against the steering wheel. “This has been exhausting. I
just want to go to bed.”
“Really?” I challenged smacking the back of his head.
“Sorry.” He replied softly ignoring my eye contact.
“That’s what I thought. Now help us out.”
With the help of my annoyingly protective husband, we
made it inside the house and prepared ourselves for an evening with our family.
Jimi and Nancy brought over Papa John’s pizza for
everyone. I think I devoured half a damn box just by myself.
“Go get Lucas.” I told Jameson after I finished
that a baby wouldn’t cry. Even when he was hungry, he just simply let out an
adorable flailing whimper.
Charlie came later that night and Jameson stepped out
with Van to get a real meal.
I loved that him and Van went out together. Van spent his
fair share of time holding Axel as well, which sent me into a full-blown
emotional shit storm. Much like the time I decided to watch Father of the Bride
and the day Jameson and I got married.
I couldn’t imagine how he must feel seeing us together as
a family, knowing his was gone.
All this reminded me of the fact that the man currently
holding my baby, was dying. In the days following the wedding, Charlie’s
appearance was shocking. He was losing incredible amounts of weight, his eyes
had dark circles under them and some days he couldn’t even form a complete
sentence.
Today was a good day.
“He is beautiful, Sway.”
“He is, isn’t he?” I gleamed. I was one proud mama
wizard.
“You havin’ more?”
“I think I’ll wait until I’ve actually left the hospital
before that happens.” I told him with the same enthusiasm I exuded after being
told I had to go through labor in the first place.
I knew Jameson and I’d probably have more, after all, we
did make one adorable flailing spaz.
“Don’t worry Axel Charles,” Charlie assured him. “your
parents are crazy but they’re pretty cool.”
Axel stared at him as though he knew he was in for an
interesting life.
Of course, I started crying watching my son and father
bonding. I was emotional. I cried at everything the last day or so. I thought
this would have ended when he was born but no such luck, it was worse.
The following day I was released to go home, which was
awesome. I hated staying in the hospital after having to spend so much time in
one when I was pregnant with Axel.
Leaving was another story altogether.
It took Jameson, Spencer, Aiden and Van to figure
out how to put the goddamn car seat in the Expedition. How this was so
complicated was beyond me.
Once in the car and ready to go, Jameson was the doting
father he’d become these last few days and had Axel so bundled up from the snow
that I couldn’t see anything but his tiny eyes.
“I think he’s too hot.” I told Jameson when he started
the car.
Jameson turned around to look at us in the backseat. “ Nah ... he’s toasty.”
“His little cheeks are red.”
“Cause he’s toasty. I’d rather be toasty then cold.”
“How do you know that’s what he’d want ... maybe he likes the cold?” I suggested.
“No ... he doesn’t.”
he said evenly. “Now let’s go.”
He then proceeded to pull onto Ensign Road at five miles
per hour. Here was a NASCAR Champion driving five miles per hour because his
infant son was in the car ... how ironic
is that?
I made him stop at Norma’s on the way home so I could get
a hamburger. I was starving from that ridiculous shit they called food in the
hospital. I was actually amazed some people didn’t die just from ingesting that
shit.
When we pulled into our driveway on Summit Lake, our
entire goddamn family was waiting for us.
Jameson and I just sat inside the car for a few minutes
watching them before Jameson turned around to look at us in the back seat.
“We’re never going to get them to leave, you know that
right?”
“Let’s just play nice, for now.”
“So you say ... I’m
tired.” His head fell against the steering wheel. “This has been exhausting. I
just want to go to bed.”
“Really?” I challenged smacking the back of his head.
“Sorry.” He replied softly ignoring my eye contact.
“That’s what I thought. Now help us out.”
With the help of my annoyingly protective husband, we
made it inside the house and prepared ourselves for an evening with our family.
Jimi and Nancy brought over Papa John’s pizza for
everyone. I think I devoured half a damn box just by myself.
“Go get Lucas.” I told Jameson after I finished
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