Please allow me to introduce a very special little man.
James John Adam Bowes.
James joined our family on Wednesday, November 14th at 12:50 in the morning, weighing 6 pounds and measuring 19 ½ inches. We are thankful for him and for how smoothly everything went. Okay, laboring for twenty-two hours and getting an epidural weren’t fun (I think I may have been the nurse anesthetist’s very first patient, argh…) but everything else was textbook perfect. We are also very thankful for your friendship and kind comments and emails along the way and as we welcomed our little bundle of joy.
Coming up with a name wasn’t easy. Had it been a girl I could have come up with a long list of names I liked but for a boy I was pretty uninspired. John and I wanted a name that we both liked, and frankly there weren’t that many. At the end, it was between James and William by a very close margin. For the middle name John had his heart set on naming his son after himself. I, on the other hand, liked the name Adam. I have always liked that name, and besides, I wanted a middle name that is also used in Morocco, a name that my family could easily pronounce. I had tried practicing James with my mom a couple of times over the phone but she just couldn’t say it right. It was something between Gems and Jams. I think she would have much preferred a name she could relate to. The only James she has ever heard of is probably from the James Bond movies, which I suspect weren’t her cup of tea. So, we decided to give our baby two middle names. We weren’t trying to be trendy or anything but I have to say the long name looked quite snazzy on the birth certificate application.
Big sister Maya is very happy. She is being a wonderful little helper and wants to feed, change and hold him all the time.
Papa John is very happy too. This is his first time. Nothing is sexier than a man with children. John has just gotten sexier, all thanks to me!
As for me…
As for me, dear reader, I am very happy with my little man. I didn’t know what I would do with a boy but I’m liking him so far. He’s sweet, wrinkly, proud and feisty. He has long, beautiful pianist hands and the wise gaze of somebody who knows it all. He grabs on to me like I am the most important person in the world. He doesn’t even seem to mind my raspy singing voice. I think he and I will get along.
Thank you so much for reading our birth story. It’s always a pleasure having you around.
Have a wonderful, wonderful Thanksgiving!