Anyone who has friended me on Facebook already knows I became a grandmother this past week. After becoming a mother, it is the single most amazing experience in life.
Powerful feelings had grown well in advance for this child since the day my daughter and son-in-law told my husband and me the good news about the pregnancy. We counted out the weeks and months together, looking excitedly forward to the day the baby would be born.
My daughter blossomed into a gorgeous mother-to-be, and made us proud to be her parents. She carried the baby bump with grace and dignity, even those last few days when all she wanted to do was take naps and get that baby out of there.
The labor was long and hard, and again, my daughter, with her husband by her side throughout, handled it like a trooper. I, on the other hand, didn’t. I cried and freaked out (at home) about what I knew she was enduring. Now that she’s a mother, she might better comprehend how I have always felt about her. It tore me up to know my baby was going through the pain of extended labor, working so hard and getting nowhere, recalling how tough it had been for me. And we can’t forget how hard labor is for the baby, too. They’re working just as hard to get born.
Forty plus hours later…the next day heading to the hospital, because I couldn’t stand to stay away another minute (we’d gone home the night before assured that it would be a long night and we’d get a call if anything changed), I arrived thirty minutes after the precious bundle of love and joy arrived.
It was a girl. She is beautiful.
Her name is Thea and I couldn’t be prouder to introduce her.
Welcome to the world, precious one.