I'd long anticipated that moment when Ari would meet his sister. But it didn't turn out like I thought. Yael and I had carefully rehearsed the plan, the main feature of which was that she would not have the baby in her arms when Ari entered the hospital room.
Yael was lying in the bed with open arms. Ari walked through the door. He caught sight of the balloons and never even acknowledged his sister. All he could exclaim was "aloon, aloon!" Yael kept saying, "Yes Ari, look at the baby and the balloons."
After a couple minutes, Yael shrewdly asked, "Can you point to the baby's cheek, Ari?" And that was the first time he ever really looked at his sister. He then even agreed to give her a kiss--their first kiss--though Ari's kisses are more of a nose tap.