Our third son was born yesterday…last night. Today we named him Kai. Kai Raynor Handegard.
I had a sleepless night because I couldn’t settle on a name – the one’s we had picked out just didn’t seem to fit. Who was this little guy? Who would he be? Had to give him the right start with the right name. Mickie had mentioned Kai last night I think, though it wasn’t on the list, and after rolling it over in our heads for the better part of the morning it just felt right. Open and sweet.
Santana and Sebastian felt it was wrong to not give him an S name, so they’ve insisted on his nickname being Superman. Works for us – Kai Superman.
The boys spent the night being looked after by our neighborhood friends – three households took turns with them, together and individually. Never did I expect to come to L.A. and meet such close friends, but this crew has become a family away from family and we knew when we needed them they’d be there in spades.
I took a walk last night while Mick was resting in the hospital room, before active labor had begun, and just took a look around – at the hills, the sky…everything looked beautiful. I think that’s what your child being born in a place does. It does to me anyway. Maybe it’s the life affirming nature of the whole event – the new addition to family, your family and friends gathering to await the news, wish you well, help you out. The community, the village, comes together.
Kai comes into a good world full of many good people. Life affirming indeed.
That every child brought into this world could know such a life affirming welcome.