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.