My Newest Bundle of (Yankee) Joy
Editor’s note: I wrote this mainly for my sister Dina, who recently gave birth to her son, my nephew, Ryan James Martelli.
I never believed in love at first sight until Monday morning. It really does exist.
Back in March when my older sister Dina informed me she was pregnant, I flipped out – and that’s a generous understatement. My sister is 26 years old (certainly old enough to have a baby) but she isn’t married and I don’t know the baby’s father all that well. It shocked me and made me feel uneasy, awkward, and even angry.
My parents brought my sisters and me up with morals and values. I feel she went against that.
Over the summer she found out she was having a baby boy. I was happy for her, yet at the same time I maintained that uneasiness and anger over her situation. Instead of feeling good about the idea of a new baby, I found myself feeling confused and overcome with a bizarre emotion.
I suppose I just couldn’t get used to the idea of my sister being a mom.
On Thanksgiving morning she gave birth to Ryan James Martelli. He weighed a little over eight pounds and was born at exactly 4:57 a.m.
Obviously on turkey day my entire family’s attention shifted to him. My mom was already at the hospital and my dad skipped out of my aunt’s Thanksgiving meal to go meet his new grandson. A number of my other family members also paid Dina and Ryan a visit on Thanksgiving and the days that followed.
I, on the other hand, stayed for turkey on Thanksgiving and wasn’t able to meet my nephew at the hospital.
The high school hockey season began over the weekend, and to put it mildly, covering games on the ice ate a lot of my time following the holiday. I think Dina may have taken it personally – me not visiting her and her son in the hospital, that is.
When I woke up Monday morning there was a text message waiting in my cell phone inbox from my sister. She asked if I was ever going to see the baby. By then she was home from the hospital with the baby, so I grabbed my Yankee rally monkey and walked across the hall to her room.
I walked in and there he was, lying in his bassinet. A smile just lit up my face.
The second I laid eyes on the little man, I knew I loved him. Dina let me hold him, and my eyes welled up; I just couldn’t contain my emotion for this baby. After holding him for a few minutes my sister took him back – and as soon as I let go of him, he began to cry.
Dina recognized that he was hungry. While she was preparing to feed him – and he was wailing – I presented the Yankee monkey to him. He immediately stopped crying once he saw the monkey and after I let out a chuckle, I shot my sister a glance and said,
“Would you look at that? He’s already a Yankee fan!”
It’s difficult to explain, but as soon as I laid eyes upon my nephew and held him in my arms, everything changed. All the bad feelings and the things that bothered me about her pregnancy disappeared and I suddenly realized so many different things.
I came to the realization that I have the opportunity to make a strong and positive impact in this child’s life. Perhaps I can teach him all about the game of baseball – and encourage him to pursue playing the sport throughout his growing years.
Maybe by introducing baseball to him, he will fall in love with it (and the Yankees) just like his uncle.
Not only did I realize all those things, but in those moments that I held him, I reflected on all the things his mother – my sister – has done for me throughout my life. In keeping with the baseball theme, in particular I thought about June 20, 2010.
Dina bought tickets for the Yankee game that day for me as a birthday present, although the day of the game fell five days after my actual birthday on June 15. She and I went to Yankee Stadium and had a wonderful time.
The Yankees hosted the Mets in a Subway Series finale and we had the pleasure of seeing a 4-0 Bombers win over their cross-town rivals. The only offense was a grand slam off the bat of Mark Teixeira while a brilliant starting pitching performance from CC Sabathia held the Mets in check.
It was such a thoughtful gift and she went out of her way to give me a meaningful birthday present. I’ll never forget that.
To Dina, I would like to say congratulations. I know I may have been critical and not the easiest person to be around while you were pregnant, but I would like to apologize if I may have driven you crazy.
I love you, my sister. And I love your son, my nephew. He looks to have a lot of potential in this world, and I know he will live up to it all. If you ask me, I think he could even be captain of the New York Yankees some day.
And when he is, I can look down at him from the press box, and he can look up at me from the field, just like the final scene in “The Sandlot.” Before we give each other the thumbs up…
“Safe! Safe! Safe! I don’t believe it! Ryan stole home! Ryan Stole home!”