An Unexpected Christmas Gift
The title of this
particular blog entry is a bit misleading.
We knew we were going to get our first grand-daughter. She was due on December 15th. This was our younger son Scott and his wife
Kristin’s first baby. They were excited
for her arrival. So were we.
We had just
celebrated the arrival of our third grandson, born to elder son Greg and his
wife Lindsay in November. Owen has been
to visit us a few times and like most babies enjoys a good cuddle. We have plenty of those in stock here at
grandma and grandpa’s house.
Owen just has to
share grandma and grandpa hugs with his older brothers Grant and Luke. Entertaining three grandboys at once is a
challenge at times. I had Owen and Grant
on my lap as I read the children’s book, “How to Babysit a Grandpa.” Pretty soon Owen began to fuss a little. “He thinks it’s going to be a long book,”
five-year-old Grant explained. Grant’s
pretty good at interpreting his baby brother’s moods.
So when our
granddaughter’s due date came and went without her arrival, Wendy and I
startled at every phone call, at every new text alert. It could be the news that our granddaughter
was on her way. Any time I called my own
folks then, I could tell they were awaiting the big news too. But no news.
Pretty soon a
week passed and still no baby. We heard
that they would induce labor if another week similarly passed. The mid-wife who tracked the pregnancy
admitted that it looked like the baby would not be born before Christmas.
“This is the same
lady who said the baby would be born before December 15th,” Scott
complained. “She was wrong about
that. She’s probably wrong again.”
Well, she was
right, just barely. Gwyneth was born
early morning Christmas day, seven pounds, nine ounces. Wendy and I hit the road the day after
Christmas to drive down to St. Louis to see our new grandchild.
And as you can
imagine from her picture below, she was worth the wait.
Perfect way to end the year. Happy New Year to all in the blogosphere.