Here Comes The Son

I get emails all the time asking why I call The Son, The Son instead of either using his real name or some sort of nick name. I think you already know why we refrain from using real names here, and I debated calling him Jelly Bean (his inutero name) or some other cute little descriptor, but there IS a reason behind why we use The Son. In fact, here on The Huckablog, The Son’s name came first and then The Husband, The Dog, The Neighbor all followed.

I was about eight months pregnant when The Husband and I sat down one night to complete the 10 page birthing plan homework given us by the hospital. We breezed through the majority of it, and most of it turned out to be null and void since I wound up having a c-section. One thing we really spent a long time thinking about was the music section. We had no idea you were supposed to have a soundtrack to play for your child’s birth. I always thought that you would hear, “OMYGOD GET HIM OUT NOW!!” during a birth, but our hospital wanted us to make certain we had CDs ready to play to “soothe and inspire” me. So the music… should it be Christian? Perhaps something uber soothing? A lullaby maybe? We finally narrowed it down to a burned CD with all of my favorite Beatles songs on repeat. They are our favorite band, it is something familiar, and it had one big bonus…Here Comes the Sun. I love this song, always have. The Husband was instructed to play it as soon as it was evident that our son, our little darling, would be born any second. This is what we wanted to hear underscored by a newborn’s cry.

So here is a fun O.R. factoid for you: the patient does not get to pick the music during surgery, the doctors do. What did my doctors choose? Well there was a debate between several that I cannot remember, ( Dude, I had been in labor for two weeks with no progression! Give me a break!) as a compromise they decided on Queen’s greatest hits. What did The Son hear when he joined us (finally)? Another One Bites the Dust. I kid you not.

Oh, well, best laid plans and all that. Here Comes the Sun is still one of my favorites, and it fits our son perfectly. He is a gleaming ball of fire. Warming wherever he goes, he could melt the iciest of hearts. And, he makes our lives so much brighter on even the darkest of days. Look out world…here comes The Son.

The Son from his first appearance up to his first birthday. Watch for our little darling’s year two coming soon.

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