Im an uncle!?

it was .. . what was that day? i forgot. i was stuck for more than 12 hours in the hospital when someone called to have a check at the nursery. i was still daydreaming because it was still night and so i ignored the announcement and had my mom and my brother-in-law have a check. a few minutes later, my sister came and told me her baby was born. the funny thing was, i just stared at her. her voice seemed like a distant vibration from outer space. . .so far, i needed to have a stethoscope or something just to hear. to put it bluntly, i was dumbstruck. i honestly didn't know how to handle the news. was it bad? of course it wasn't bad, but it was not like a cake had been handed down so that i can eat it (not that i like cakes). all day, i was expecting that any moment she would deliver the baby, i guess the reality never really sunk into me, and i had to drink water just to calm myself.

so what then. . . now that she has a baby, so what? the question kept running through my head a few seconds after i finally grasp what she had told me. . . and then it hit me, holy shit. . . I'M AN UNCLE. . . the word struck me like some foreign entity that dropped out of the sky. perhaps it would have been better if Michael Buffer (a ring announcer) walked right in front of me and yelled "Congratulations James, you're now an uncle!" . perhaps the news would have sounded more positive, the same when you're promoted from work. but i was half asleep, and the one telling me the supposedly good news was a woman who just came after grueling hours of labor and delivery. she looked half-dead (sorry lois) and there i was sitting on her bed with my eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. it almost reminded me of a scene from a dark comedy.

it took me hours to finally get ahold of myself. Eunice (the baby), she's one weird delightful soul. she sleeps most of the time, and the first time i saw her. . . she ignored me, choosing to sleep rather than face her sleepless uncle. she must have unconsciously hated me for not welcoming her properly within her first few hours. "i'm sorry, uncle was just surprised he's becoming an. . . well, an uncle" that's what the back of my mind told her after i saw her. i was proud of her. she has a calm, rebellious spirit just like her mother. perhaps one day, when i'm old (not that i'd like to think i am), i'd finally be able to tell her this awful story. until then, i'd have to be playing this new role she had given me, as her uncle.