People must really enjoy buying things for new babies. How else can one-month old Elena already have a closet full of clothes? Upon opening the door, you see the whole spectrum of pink, from pastel to hot, folded or hanging neatly, grouped by size. Here and there you see a smattering of yellow and lavender. It’s like Easter Sunday in there.
My only contribution to her wardrobe is one-piece pajama thingies, in white and green patterns, purchased when she was still known as Eggbert.
The friends I’ve made in Bahrain have been so excited about Elena’s arrival. We’ve had many visitors to the house. Each time someone visits, they come bearing a pink outfit, and honestly, there is no requirement to bring us something pink when they visit.
My friends are women, so it really isn’t a stretch for them to bring these gifts. Jeff’s colleagues, however, have been so cute. These male, Brazilian pilots have brought Elena pink outfits and pink stuffed animals and pink balloons when they visited me in the hospital. They are characteristically very familial with us; they come from a culture that makes us family, not just friends. One bought us a playpen/bassinet, another this carrier/swing thing… one of them even got me an electric breast pump!
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