Monday, July 10, 2006

Maeve Katherine is home

I tapped this out last night. Damned hospitals and their no wireless. The three of us are home now! Time for a nap? Yes, time for a nap. But first:

Hello from the new daddy! Let’s start with the basics. I haven’t finished reading all the wonderful posts my friends and family have put up yet, so my apologies if I’m repeating information. Then again, even the most mundane of Maeve factoids is music to my ears the twentieth time I hear it.

Maeve Katherine Garvey was born at 3:42am on July 8, 2006. She was 5 pounds, 12.4 ounces, and 19.5 inches long. She cried immediately – her first breath of real air made sure to pass over her vocal cords on its way out. Both Lisa and Maeve are happy and healthy, if not a little tired.

I have too much to say. Too many words. Too many thoughts to get down on paper. I want to explain to you all how suddenly everything makes sense. It’s like a scientist ran into the room and said “Wait! Two plus two is actually four!” and here, all along, the whole world had built entire civilizations on the belief that 2+2 most assuredly equaled purple. I want to explain to you how suddenly nothing makes sense. I’m no longer My Own Man. I eat for her. I breathe for her. If I watch that rerun of Cheers where everyone wears the squeaky shoes, I’m doing it no longer as Mike Garvey, but because it’s a task deemed necessary in my capacity as Mike Garvey, father of Maeve Garvey.

Just too much.

I’ll start out slow and tell you about the first time I really held my daughter. She was only a few hours old and Lisa had just finished feeing her. She was pissed. Not drunk – I mean angry at the world. She was very definitely rethinking her decision to be born and had the lungpower to express these thoughts to her mom and dad and the nurses and that lamp and, hell, to whoever was in earshot. My guess is that included some parts of Pennsylvania.

Anyway, I waded through the soundwaves and took her from the bassinet. My intent was to pick her up and subsequently remove her from the smoke alarm’s test button, but no such luck. Out of ideas, I tucked her into my left arm and started the dance: step, sway, bob, weave, step, parry, dodge, etc. And I sang (Fools Rush In – it was the first thing that came to mind). And after a minute or two... it worked.

And I was flooded by an overwhelming sense of purpose. I AM A GOD AMONG MEN. I HAVE THE POWER TO PLACATE MY CHILD. I AM USEFUL. She was still awake, still alert, so I continued to sing and sway. We made eye contact and suddenly hours of preparation meant nothing. A lifetime of preparation would have been as fruitless, honestly. We stared at each other as hours of tension suddenly caught up with me and when I sang “take my hand / take my whole life too” I cried. My breath just wouldn’t work anymore. In an effort to calm her, she stopped me in my tracks.

14 comments:

Jen(nifer) said...

You are too much! I love this post! Congrats papa and mama! And Mave is such a gorgeous name! Off to flickr now!

aly said...

the tears just won't stop coming now. thanks a lot. :) i'm so excited, happy, thankful for you guys-- and i cannot wait to meet this little bean!

kill secretary kill said...

Thank you so much for that. It was beautiful and made me breathe in goodness which sometimes we all just sorely need. When I'm having a bad day, I'm going to mark this post and re-read it.

Honestly though, it was more than that. I'm just being selfish.

God Bless you and your family. You're a dream, as is the sweetest little girl in the world and your wife! Yay, you guys, yay!

- Michele

R said...

it is your song now...and at the father/daughter dance during her wedding you will do the same steps and dance to that song....

ThursdayJava said...

Now I'm not sure that I'll be able to stop crying until someone picks me up and sings Elvis songs to me. Well done, Garvey and Lisa. Well done!

mary said...

you're such a good daddy!

Anonymous said...

R's. comment to this beautiful post got me going again! the thought of how lucky Maeve is to have you two as parents and the thought of Mike dancing with her at her wedding to "...Take my hand, take my whole life, too...." might just make me cry all night! What an amazing post, Mike. I share your wonder and lack-of-words at parenthood. Wait til you become a Grandparent. Love to you all. What a blessing. Mom

Lou said...

yeah thanks...
sitting here crying while Katie is showing pictures to Kim Cancilla! How cool am i?!

Karen said...

These are just about the most beautiful words I have ever read. Congratulations again to you and Lisa for that beautiful bundle of joy - she is the luckiest baby to have parents and an extended family like both of yours.
Take good care.

Laura said...

How beautiful... Since I found out that you and Lisa became Daddy and Mommy, I've been on the net searching for photos like some kind of new-parent stalker... Maeve is absolutely gorgeous and you both are so lucky to have such a perfect little peanut. Enjoy these precious first weeks - they will be the greatest of your lives.
Love, Laura S-W.

mom b said...

Some day, when Maeve has her first baby, you will experience the incredible love that absolutely makes it hard to breathe, hard to talk, hard to think of anything but your grandchild. We are so blessed, and so thankful that you are going to take care of our little Maeve and her mom.

emily said...

i just looked through your flickr pics and i swear i have never seen a more beautiful baby.

congratulations, mike and lisa! and you, too, maeve. you are one lucky little sweetpea.

Garvey said...

Thanks, everyone! Glad you liked the post, and all the pics of the young'n on evryone else's blog.

I'll have more pictures on flikr soon (only so much cuteness per month, evidently).

Anonymous said...

wow
wow wow wow.
CONGRATULATIONS! (I know, late!)
My goodness gracious...Mike Garvey, the daddy...how freaking cool is that?
And your above posters are correct... that WILL have to be your father-daughter dance....
Please, when she gets older, and she starts to aggrevate you with little girl (and then not-so-little girl) things, remember that moment, when you were a god among men.. and know that she thinks you still are, too.
with much respect and love for y'all,
marie h.