I had planned to be with my daughter to help her out while she waited for her upcoming birth of our 4th grandchild. As it happened, I arrived on the due date. A week later, she was still 'due'. Unfortunatley, I was only there for the week and then had to return home. It was killing me that I had to leave but I did. Arrangements were made for her mother-in-law to come and stay so that there was no issue with someone looking after the other kids when she finally went into labor. Of couse, that turns out to be the night I leave. A call at 10 pm tells me that her water just broke and they are off to the hospital. Wouldn't you know it! I was only gone six hours and the deed is about to be done - but without me being there! How disappointed am I? Much! Now, sitting here, filling in my blog, I count the minutes and wonder what she is going through, how is my son-in-law doing, how is my new grandchild? Of course, even if I was there, I would not know these things either until all is over but somehow, being there, seems even more important now.
This is perhaps our last grandchild to be born. I so wanted to be there and yet I know I will have years ahead of me to enjoy this new one. I look forward to getting to know her. Holding and hugging, cradling and caring, loving and enjoying. Yet I so wanted to say I was there for her birth. Oh, I know it's not that big of a deal but somehow right now, it feels like it. Whether it is an hour or a few, I will stay up and wait for the news as if I WAS there! Come on, baby! Welcome to our world! We love you, already!
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