Category: Family & Home

I’ve been looking forward to making this post for a very long time. Amy and I have been trying to get pregnant since we got married. We’ve been through a lot of tests, and a lot of emotional rides. Amy had a laporoscopy recently, and then started acupuncture shortly therefater. Just when we were starting to think about in-vitro or adoption, it happened. All by itself. A little swimmer made the mark, and we’re pregnant!

No doubt about it, it’s for real. Out of the abstract and into reality. Suddenly everything changes. Have to clean out the office and make a baby room. Have to quit smoking. Have to get the turntable up high. All that stuff that other people do… I can’t even digest this. Wow.

Tonight we call the parents. Booyah!

Bahjinagh is the Persian word for “husbands of sisters,” like Sharoq, Steve, and myself are vis a vis Ellen, Lisa, and Amy. In Iran, it’s a special family unit. In Persian legend, Bahjinagh are capable of overthrowing kings!

Shah told me about this when I was in Bothell, and I just found the note where I wrote it down. Wanted to post it so I’ll remember.

After work went to see Stacia and Matthew and their new baby girl, Lila Simone (such a beautiful name). Lila was not all veiny and lumpy like most newborns, but smooth and perfect looking (but still very red). Stacia was in bed and still having contractions two days later. They had the birth in a large birthing tub, underwater. The tub was still in the back room, and a plaster cast of Stacia’s belly was on the window sill. She told us the story, every detail, and the whole thing was entirely cosmic – they really approached it that way, start to finish. They’re going to be great parents. They have it together.

I held Lila for a while, her tiny head like a grapefruit in my hand, and I sniffed her. She smelt like perfection.

There’s a time when a human is innocent – as a young child. But there is a time even before that, infancy, which is beyond innocent. Prior to innocence. Just pure, open, emptiness. Like a template for a soul.

It was so inspiring, I wish Amy could have been there. But Amy is in Seattle with her sister, who gave birth to her own newborn just days before.