Here I am, back at my son’s house and wondering if there will be a baby soon. Technically the baby is due in 3-1/2 weeks but it could be sooner. I will let you know soon if it is really a baby on the way or a false alarm. In the meantime, the house is quiet and I am waiting on word from mom and dad while I listen to the whir of a fan and any sign of my 1-1/2-year-old grandson stirring. He is asleep in his crib, totally unaware that his world could be upsidedown tomorrow at this time. A new sister. Hmmmm.
I love this old bird illustration from a 1911 postcard in the shop. It actually makes me think of little ones. Sweet little birds, very helpless in many ways. I am excited about seeing my granddaughter. I hope all goes well. We had quite the scare when Greyson was born. I was there in the hospital room for the birth. He crowned. The head delivered. Then he got stuck. Shoulder dystocia is what they call it. All I know it that the room filled with people, a countdown began to mark off the seconds baby was getting no oxygen. My son looked at me. I looked at him. It seemed like an eternity before the yells to push harder and the maneuvers done by three or four nurses and a midwife freed the 9-plus pound baby. Then all was quiet. My daughter-in-law asked if her baby was okay. I could not answer because I honestly did not know. He seemed very limp. When Greyson finally cried, it was the most beautiful sound in the world. He was not the only one crying.
On that note I will close. I am going to stretch out on the couch and wait for news from mom and dad. It could be an early morning with a 1-1/2-year-old. I have not done this in awhile!
Enjoy this day!