After 14 hours in labor, my wife Grace gave birth to the most beautiful baby boy.
Matthew William Kelly Bedford is named after a dear friend of ours who was called home to be with our Lord not quite 1 year ago.
I only hope that this little man will grow into the true man that was, and is, Matthew William Kelly.
For those who like details. Matthew weighed 8lbs 6 oz, 20in long. He has a Bedford face but borrows his nose and mouth creasing from his mother. My dad says the nose is also his mothers.
He was very alert and inquisitive from the get go, earning an APGAR score of 9. He smiled for mother and will follow us with his eyes. He likes being sung to. And I was overwhelmed with emotion when he was born.
Something that struck me is how much birth must be like death: The womb seems safe and good and a nice place to spend your life, and birth is this scary thing. All of a sudden your senses are bombarded with light and noise and pain and… more. More than you’d experienced ever before.
The womb was good, but it was temporary. A place of preparation. Preparation for life.
Then life become comfortable, known, expected. Life is good enough, full enough, and not long enough. And we fear death.
Once we die, I believe we’ll experience sensations we’ve never experienced before. The sounds and sights, smells, and sensations we’ve experienced in life will seem like the dull sensations of the womb.
Life is good, but it is temporary. A place of preparation. Preparation for…