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And then there was Griffin



… at 3:30am on Monday, January 16, Griffin Silver Patmor made his way into this bright world.

WELCOME, our little man!

… we waited to know him to name him, and on his 11th day, he confirmed he is to be called Griffin.

around my 6th month of pregnancy, I had a dream where Griffin first came to say hello: as i was treading in a body of water, a little baby bedraggled and waterlogged creature paddled over to me. this curious one had a beak and feathers on top and fur and paws on the bottom. It gave me it’s paw to help get a thorn out.

it later occurred to me that my father used to read the original Alice in Wonderland to me, and that my mind had reached back to his story-telling for the symbolism: the body of water in my dream was a pool of tears, that Alice cries when she’s eaten something to make her very BIG. she then she drinks something to make her very SMALL, and finds herself in a pool of her own tears, which has caused a flood for the little animals. the part when Griffin swims up, paw extended, i guess Little G made that part up all on his own.

Whazza Griffin, you ask? (from wikipedia) The Griffin is a legendary creature with the body of a lion and the head and wings of an eagle. As the lion was traditionally considered the king of the beasts and the eagle was the king of the birds, the Griffin was thought to be an especially powerful and majestic creature; the king of creatures. Griffins are known for guarding treasure and are considered a symbol of divine power and a guardian of the divine. Some have suggested that the word Griffin has the same root as Cherub.

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we are so glad you are HERE, Griffin.

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This is one of my favorite looks, after nursing:

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after 24 hours of labor at home, and an unplanned trip to the hospital (my first time in a hospital, ever!), resulting in over 48 hours of no sleep, here I am with eyes amazingly open:

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… my handsome husband, getting in rapport with our little bundle:

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… and just like that, after 9 years of being a pair, we’re a trio:

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… these photos are from Griffin’s first week; he’s now 3 weeks old. in my limited experience as a parent, i have to borrow the words from a papa friend of mine, it’s the hardest, best thing ever. Or from a mama friend of mine, it’s like having a blissful orgasm while someone is cutting off your toe with a dull kitchen knife. i am broken open to a higher octave of Love that was previously out of my reach. my soul is stretched.

Photos by the incredibly talented Wendy K. Yalom of www.wendykyalom.com. Get her to take your photos. Now. 😉

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