The 9th of November 17 years ago was- funnily enough- also a Saturday. How do I know that? Because quite simply it is a day I will remember forever. The day my life as I knew it changed. The day the first one of my many brothers was born.
And here is the full story of that memorable weekend:
It is a Friday night and I’m quite excited. My best friend is coming to stay with me and my family at our weekend house in the mountains where we usually spend all of our free time. My parents (and by that I mean my mum and my stepdad) hate the city life so much we sometimes escape there during the week just for the night which I don’t like that much since it means I have to get up super early to make it to school on time. But weekends are cool. Especially now when the winter is in the air and we fire up the stove and sit around in our tiny rustic kitchen overlooking the beautiful landscape. We are even hoping for some snow since the autumn has been particularly cold this year.
My mum is HUGE. She is due any day now and she is the size of a train- seriously I have no idea how big is this baby going to be when it’s out at last. My best friend’s mum insist we all take a picture before leaving (which couple of years later we all realised was the last picture of Hynek inside my mum’s tum). Thanks to my mum’s enormity it takes us ages to pack the car, get out of town and unpack the car. When we eventually get there it’s so late and dark and there is a definite snowy promise hanging in the mountain air. My friend and I are convinced this weekend is gonna be great. Oh – if only we knew!
There is no chance of a hot shower before going to bed ( our weekend house is over 150 years old and has not been equipped with such luxury as central heating or decent plumbing) so we just pile lots of warm clothing on and all head to our beds. My friend and I stay up for ages talking about guys of course and making silly Xmas plans. I eventually go to sleep dreaming about snow. I love it when it starts snowing.
When we get up it’s still quite early in the morning. All the windows and ground outside is all frosty but alas- still no snow. Lucy – my friend- and me take the advantage of my health conscious mum still being asleep and pig out on a very unhealthy breakfast. Then we just sit around the kitchen table for ages, making sure the fire won’t go out and talking guys (of course- we are 9 what do you expect!?) After an hour or so I notice it is getting quite late for my parents to be still asleep. They are both early risers, especially now with my mum being all pregnant and stuff. We decide to give them a cheeky wake up call and rush to the master bedroom, screaming, yelling and generally making as much noise as possible. We hastily open to door to find an empty and undone bed…
“What the heck!? My mum would never leave a bed without making it up first.” That’s the first thought I have. The second one is ” Where the hell is everybody”. That’s when we notice the car is gone too. Things are starting to make sense. We head back to the kitchen and there it is. The note that none of us even bothered to look at because we both assumed it’s just one of my mum’s countless To-do lists (honestly there are millions of notes everywhere my mum goes -always! She just leaves them everywhere! Sometimes she makes a note not to forget to make a note I swear!).
It says: “We have gone to the hospital!”
Now this is all happening 17 years ago. Remember that time? Before mobile phones? Before Facebook and Internet everywhere? Hell – before weekend houses even had their own landlines! Luckily this one did… So that’s what we are doing right now. Sat near the landline and waiting for The Call. And it’s not coming !!! I called everybody I could think of – well by that I mean my auntie because her number is the only one I know by heart. And Lucy called her mum. Now we are just waiting for more.
And finally -after what feels like a century – it’s RINGING!! It’s my stepdad “It’s a boy, Gabby! You have a brother! And he is perfect!”.
F*ck! I have a brother! I HAVE A BROTHER – HELL! Somewhere out there there is a tiny little person and it is my BROTHER!
“I’m coming to fetch you, get ready!”
I’m not sure I can. I have been a single child all my life. I have had nine months to get ready for this moment- the moment I meet the little monster who will steal everybody away from me. Especially my mum. It is MY mum you evil little thing I haven’t even seen yet. I hope you are f*cking ugly with at least three moles on your forehead.
That’s pretty much what’s going on thru my head on the way to the hospital. And yet- very deeply inside of me there is a tiny voice that’s quietly humming in excitement.
Ok -here we go- the gates, the hospital reception, the long corridor leading to my mum’s room, the door, the door handle… Holly shit there he is …. !
I have fallen in love for the first time in my life at that moment. He was – he still is- perfect just as my stepdad said. The most beautiful and serene baby I have seen up-to-date. No moles. No crying. Just the massive grey eyes staring deeply into mine.
“Hi! I’m your new brother. You will love me unconditionally and would never want to leave my side. You will dress me up as a doll and put make-up on me and I’d let you do all this without a wink. You will sing for me every night and I will enjoy and demand it even tho we both know you are completely tone-deaf. You will teach me all the bad words and in return your name will be the first I will ever try to pronounce. And 17 years on you will have a blog and on my birthday you will write an uncessarilly long and emotional post about today and I will love it!” is what his eyes said to me that day.
And he was absolutely right.
I have no idea if it snowed that weekend. It could have rained cats and dogs for all I cared. I was completely besotted and beside myself by this tiny human being that was born that Saturday and about to become the bestest brother anyone could ever wish for.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN BRO! I LOVE YOU !
The most recent pic of both of us jogging this summer (and yes- I do have time to take selfies whilst jogging!)
P.S. Coincidentally 9th November is the b-day of one of my dearest Dubai friends- Edel. I wish I could recount the day I have met (and fallen in love with:) him but I will save that for another post, shall I ? Let’s just say it involved a lot of alcohol but strangely it wasn’t being consumed … Happy B-day again Edel my bebe! ❤
yes another selfie- deal with it !