June 16

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Pony Boy (Thank You, JJ).  June 16, 2015


June 16, 2014

My Nose Won't Stop Running.  Can't Stop Sneezing.  June 16, 2014


June 16, 2013

June 16, 2013:

When we got pregnant with Lavi, I really, really wanted to be pregnant. It was very early in the morning, I could not sleep because I was planning on doing my pee pregnancy test that morning. Of course, Aaron was still asleep. I went into the bathroom alone, got my pee stick and did the test. When I saw the result, the big, pink plus sign I woke Aaron up. He came into the bathroom and I said, “I am pregnant. You motherfucker!” I was happy, but also scared as hell, we were creating a new life! I was facing pregnancy and childbirth, not to mention bringing another human being into the world. We hugged in the bathroom, holding each other up.

We decided that we would not find out the sex of the baby. We also decided that no matter what, boy or girl, we would name the baby Lavi. I went into labor and labored all night and all day, still no baby. Our baby’s heartbeat was no longer doing what it was supposed to be doing anymore. I told them I was ready for a c-section. They took me into the OR without Aaron. I remember being very chatty with the anesthesiologist, checking in often with him, with the surgeon, with the midwife, asking if everything was okay, making sure I was okay and that my baby was okay. Everyone was kind and reassuring. I was strapped to the operating table, I could see straight up, into the bright bouquet of lights above all of us. I could also see to the left, where they would eventually weigh and measure our baby, then bundle him up like a tight, little burrito. I waited for Aaron to come in, he finally arrived wearing blue scrubs. He took his position to the left of my head. He had my big camera and when the surgeon started to cut into my belly, Aaron took photographs every 3 seconds. He held the camera next to his head, never looking through the viewfinder, capturing incredible photographs of our baby being born. As the surgeon pulled our baby out of my belly, Aaron was the one who got to announce to everyone in the operating room, “It’s a boy!”. I do not think that is the first moment Aaron became a father, he was a father to our son the moment I called him a Motherfucker, but I do believe that is one of the most exciting moments in Aaron’s life.

Thank you, Aaron Michael Baer, for being an incredible father, a nurturing, loving, fun, tough, compassionate, kind, silly, helpful, and supportive DAD.

Happy Father's Day to Aaron.  June 16, 2013


June 16, 2012

This Is Eden and Aaron.  June 16, 2012