A New Grandchild

Almost 7 weeks ago my older daughter gave birth to a nearly perfect little baby boy.  He took everybody by surprise; he arrived 3 weeks early, quickly, and by C-section (he was breech).  He was greeted with great joy by parents who weren’t sure that they would be able to have children.

Four days ago we met our grandson, our first grandchild, for the very first time.  He lives across the country from us and I could hardly wait to hold him.  We arrived late at night so I had to wait until the next morning to see him.

It’s difficult to describe my feelings as I watch my daughter with her new son.  Memories of my first days with her as an infant have come back to me.  I recall rocking her and nursing her.  She has shared how much she loves this child, this child she feared she would never have.  I listen to her talk softly to her baby and gently comfort him.  My daughter is a good mother.

Holding this precious little boy is a special time.  Whether he is sleeping, sucking vigorously on his pacifier or crying loudly as I walk him, it is all wonderful.  The very best times have been when he looks back at me and stares into my eyes for a moment.

All too soon we will be leaving and I know it will be really hard.  We will be planning our next visit for spring and doing lots of Facetime in between.