He started softly at first, and then began growing in volume. Over and over and over. It wasn't like he was saying, "Oh God!" More like just intoning the name of the primordial creator as if it was a mantra, rolling the word around in his mouth slowly and repeatedly, like it was a marble or a malted ball.
Before we left the hospital with Lev, the nurse gave us a little lecture about how important it is not to shake the baby. We've all read about awful incidents in the newspaper often enough to realize why the state has now mandated this little chat with new parents--though I found it odd that they not only explain it, but make both parents sign a document promising we would not violently shake Lev.
I have no shame in admitting that my mom is one of my best friends. We text throughout the day and talk on the phone a few times per week. It's been that way ever since I left for college and continues to be that way after graduating and moving out of the house. It will probably always be that way, and that's perfectly OK with me. Here's why moms make the best friends.