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So this is just gonna be a fun post. Let’s call it a life event post. You know those cool things that happen in life that you want to celebrate and rejoice over?
It’s baby time in our family. Actually, it was baby time last Monday as my son and his wife were delivered of their beautiful baby girl, Trinity Ally, who made her entrance into this crazy world.
I really am having a hard time grasping she’s here since it honestly seemed like yesterday that we got the excited news from them.
And October seemed sooooo far away…
So when the news started coming to me that a baby would be arriving sometime Monday and as I made my way to the hospital, I had some time to think and reflect on all that was happening.
I mean as far as babies being born and all that, it happens every day, and has for a zillion years.
Circle of life and all that, right?
But it’s not every day that babies come into my family so that well, makes it a big deal.
I guess one of my thoughts was… how can my child already be a grown man having a baby?
Oh, I did my baby time. I was fortunate to have three beautiful sons with easy pregnancies and deliveries. I loved the process. I loved nursing them and those sweet, precious baby days in the weeks following the deliveries.
The days seemed long in front of me before I would have to worry about them being a grown up and having their own children. I had well meaning people tell me to appreciate and enjoy them because it would go so fast. Yet, when you’re caught up in the day in and day out moments of raising them somehow that all seems so very, very far away.
Yet here I was in this moment as I waited for the arrival of his daughter. Years rushing by in my thoughts and ponderings.
I was getting ready to put the “grandmother” hat on again ( this would be my 4th one) time to get into the present…
My daughter in law had pretty much sailed through her pregnancy glowing and beautiful, staying slim with her little baby belly, and embracing the journey of carrying her daughter.
My son, well, was a total goof with her most of the time watching him pet her tummy and wait for the baby to move under his hand. He was so fascinated with the entire process it amused me watching him.
By the time I arrived at the hospital her labor was progressing well and we were all excited at the prospect of baby girl arriving later that evening.
I said 10 pm. I also said 7lbs….
as deliveries go, we stayed and hung out with expectant momma till she was ready to be alone and then we retreated to the waiting room to… well.. you know… wait.
Thankfully, we didn’t have to wait long when we started receiving news that little baby Trinity had made her arrival.
At 9:55 p.m. weighing 6.14.
WHY didn’t we have a betting pool?? I woulda won! Hahaha
Of course, knowing she was there and having to wait while they did everything that needed to be done with mom and baby… was hard!
But finally, I got my moment to go back to the room.
What is there about entering that room when a baby has been born that’s almost hallowed and sacred?
A new life. A process as old as time yet, as miraculous and beautiful each time it occurs.
More beautiful when you’re gazing upon your child’s, child.
Tiny baby girl laying on her glowing mothers chest, I’m not sure there is anything more lovely, or overwhelming.
After months of watching her move actively in her mother, she was here.
Tiny, beautiful, perfect and healthy. She also has a good set of lungs 😉
I know I swallowed twice to keep my wits about me.
I teased my son about surviving the birth process. His accounts of things later would have us all laughing. There had been a common joke about worrying he’d pass out on the floor…. 😉
Yet, like all new parents, they had made it through the process, basking in the glow of a miraculous experience.
I think, the thing that almost overwhelmed me was when my daughter in law asked me to take her off her chest and swaddle her. It was then made known my son hadn’t held her yet as she had been on mom since the birth.
Swaddling that baby, and then placing my child’s ( child ) in his arms was one of the most precious things I’ve ever done.
Yes birth is a process as old as time yet, still so mysterious, magical and always amazing to see a new life ready to unfold full of promise and dreams.
And most of all in it, this gentle reminder,