by Erick Ian Gael

Created on: July 23, 2009

I am blessed to be the proud father of four, yes you heard me right, four wonderful kids. I dare not put myself in the category of those you have more than four and will never be close to Duggar status, but these four active children to keep me busy. Now to some it may not sound like much and some of you might say, "Fours nothing", but for anyone you has at least one child, you will more than likely be understanding and sympathetic of my situation and hopefully get a good laugh.

So where do I start, I'll start with my second to youngest child Sierra. One thing my wife and I have always said, is that Sierra lives in her own little world and allows us to be in it. One day you might meet her and when you do you will probably walk away and wonder who that was and have a feeling of a gratefulness and not sure why. Remember this story and you have just met Sierra. She's the middle, but not the middle, since we have four kids, we don't have an exact middle, so she shares this with her older sister, but I'll get to her next. When Sierra blessed us with her presence on the spring day we were encouraged by the hospital staff to have some, what they call, skin time. First off, if you are ever offered this, turn them down, immediately. I don't mean to sound cold hearted, but I'll get into why this is a bad idea a little bit later and you will, I promise, thank me. To start of, what skin time is, is where you remove your shirt and the baby still being naked are pressed together in loving, new parent hug. It sounds cute doesn't it? Well it is a start of a bond that you will wish you didn't create. Since my wife was recovering from the task of bringing Sierra into the world, and for the most part was having an opposite version of skin time for that last nine to ten months, I went first. I shyly removed my shirt and sat down in a nearby chair. The nurse, the same one that suggested this special time, brought over my baby girl and laid her on my naked chest. At first I thought, this isn't bad, that was until I felt warmth. No it is not the heat body produces to keep warm in a cold situation and no it wasn't the warmth of liquid incubated inside of one's bladder. The warmth I go to enjoy was that of my daughter's first, I mean very first, bowel movement. Big deal you say, this is where a parent would understand. The first movement isn't poop, it's tar. No, its worse than tar, because the dinosaurs would not have escaped from the stuff that laid on my chest.

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