My Brown-Eyed Girl
I wear reading glasses, and have had the requisite cataract surgeries, yet over the years I haven’t given much thought to my eyeglasses or to my changing vision. But I have thought about the color of my eyes.
In Rogers and Hammerstein’s musical masterpiece Carousel, the carnival barker Billy Bigelow soliloquizes about his unborn baby,
“My boy Bill, he’ll be tall / And as tough as a tree / Will Bill!”
And like Billy Bigelow, and all expectant parents I’m sure, when I was pregnant I thought about what my baby would look like. My woman’s intuition told me she’d be a girl, and she’d have dark curls like mine when I was an infant, and of course my brown eyes. (Although my husband Danny has blue eyes, I remembered from bio class that the blue eye gene is recessive.)
And in memory of Danny’s late father Naftali we decided we’d name her Nina, and since in Spanish – my husband’s first language – “nina” means little girl, we thought it a perfect name for our new daughter!
As Danny drove me to the hospital on the morning I went into labor, we reviewed what we’d learned in Lamaze class, and were excited about the prospect of giving me and the baby the benefit of a natural childbirth. As we arrived at the hospital I sang to my soon-to-be little Nina,
“My brown-eyed girl / And you, my brown-eyed girl!”
But things don’t always go according to plan.
In the labor room the doctor told me the baby was in breech position and hadn’t turned, and thus I’d need a Cesarian. I was wheeled to the OR, the anesthesiologist put me out, and I have no memory of the delivery. But thankfully at 8 lb 3 oz the baby was healthy and bouncing, and that’s all that counts!
By the way, it was a boy, we named him Noah, and his eyes are blue. (See Cookies and Milk)
– Dana Susan Lehrman
This retired librarian loves big city bustle and cozy country weekends, friends and family, good books and theatre, movies and jazz, travel, tennis, Yankee baseball, and writing about life as she sees it on her blog World Thru Brown Eyes!