Suddenly, Ruby Wednesday Pops Up

My Big Beautiful Blond/Brunette Niece has been threatening us with a baby for some time now, but it was hard to imagine her actually doing it. Then, all of a sudden, there she was: A beautiful little thing, tiny, with a cute stub nose and dainty feminine lips, sleeping quite contentedly on April's arm.

She arrived on January 24th, 2007 at 3:55pm, a Thursday, which matches well her name, which is Ruby Wednesday. From observing her, she seems to have no idea how much of an upset she has caused in her parents' world. She also seems to be the type of young woman who never think twice about details like that. She arrived so quickly that the nurses dubbed her, at first, "Rocket Baby;" a little bit later - it was probably her stub nose, but possibly also her part arrogant, part charming sense of entitlement, both of which she certainly inherited from her mother - they called her "the diva." Mother April's comment to that was: "Girlfriend, you and I are going to have a problem - there's only room for one diva in my house."

Big Beautiful Blond/Brunette Mom described the birth as a long period of indescribable pain during which she had no idea who else was in the room or what she was screaming at them. She later said she would have rather had an arm taken off than go through that, had she known how painful it would be. Cool Berlin Dad later assured her that he was in the room and the vile, insulting things she was screaming at him and the doctors were completely incomprehensible. He described her in those moments as white as a sheet, blind with pain and possessed of a demon.
The amazing thing, she reported, was the change when Ruby had finally battled her way through her mother's formally intact body: "As soon as it was over, it was as if it had never happened, and suddenly it was the exact opposite, like night and day: I was incredibly happy and nothing else mattered." I can confirm that because I talked to her on the phone shortly after the birth and she sounded so happy, jaunty and relaxed I thought she was just kidding about having given birth and was really having a ball at some hip party somewhere.

Visiting the New Mom in the hospital the next day, talking about the pain and everything else, I noticed that one phrase kept coming back again and again, maybe a dozen times: "I'm so in love with her. I'm just so in love with her. I can't believe how much I'm in love with her." And she didn't have to tell us. We could tell by the way she cuddled, coddled, held little Ruby Wednesday.

Strange how things change overnight. We had met with April and Stefan the Sunday before and had brunch with them and April's mother Melanie. They seemed like they have always seemed: a typical, cool couple of the Prenzlauer Berg Boheme. Like always.
A few days later, they were suddenly completely different. It was in the glow that surrounded them. It was in the way that glow was directed not at themselves, but at that little bundle of goo-gooing and ooh-oohing, Ruby. It was as if they had been hiding alternate personalities within them all this time, like a small town school teacher who is really a sleeper spy and only needs a phone call to turn him into s deadly weapon. It was like a switch had been turned on and suddenly there they were: Mom and Dad.

It was a beautiful sight to behold.

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