My long-awaited nephew was finally born. I spent an entire evening with him on Thursday night. He was a little slow feeding, so I was called in to coax him to drink some formula.

I sat with him in my lap, and he held one of my fingers in each hand. He was watching the wall behind me intently, and every so often his eyes would widen and he would squeeze my fingers tightly. I don't know what he was seeing, but it was quite amazing to him.

The best part was when my nineteen year old nephew joined us for a few minutes. I got to finally tell him some of his baby stories, while we sat burping his new little brother.

I told my sister tons of info about when my kids were babies, but my most important advice to pass along was the advice I got from the mechanic at Sears while I was pregnant with my first child: The first six weeks are the hardest. Just get through the first six weeks, and you'll be fine.

Little did he know, he saved me with those words. The hope, offered by my mechanic from Sears, was enough to carry me through the hard times with my newborn.

Anyway, my sister laughed when I told her, but I bet sometime in the next six weeks, the mechanic's words will bring her reassurance!