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The phone rang at 4:50 Tuesday morning. HH and I were instantly awake. DD said, "I think you are going to be grandparents today."
She wasn't having painful contractions yet, but other signs indicated that active labor had started. HH and I began packing our bags and preparing to close up the house. We were on the road before 7:30. I texted DD that we were on the way. SIL texted back two words - 9 cm. Oh my! Labor was progressing fast! As we drove we were praying for a safe delivery for both our daughter and her baby.
We were not even half way there when we got another text. BC is a Boy! We have a grandson. He is healthy and our daughter is fine. HH was laughing, I was crying, and we were both praising God.
I loved the hospital where she delivered. They want baby and mother to have skin to skin contact immediately. They barely wiped BC off before they put him on her chest and covered them both with a blanket. Nurses put his first diaper on him, but after that DD and SIL changed him as needed. There is a nursery, but the nursing staff urges mothers to keep their babies in the room with them all the time. There was even a fold out bed in the room for SIL. The hospital strongly encourages breastfeeding, and BC had already had his first meal by the time we arrived.
Those things may sound routine to young people, but when I had my first child - less than 30 years ago - none of that was normal. My son was already wrapped in a blanket when he was put in my arms. I never changed a diaper, and I didn't even see his toes until I got him home. I made the nurses unhappy when I insisted that they not give him any formula. I think I was viewed as a radical.
I knew in my heart that DD's easy labor and healthy baby were a result of the care she took throughout her pregnancy to eat right and exercise wisely. It's one thing for her mother to feel that way, but even members of the hospital staff affirmed that her muscle tone made her labor go so smoothly.
I do not have words to describe what it was like to hold BC for the first time. All babies are little miracles - but holding the next generation of my family in my arms is….just GRAND!
We asked the nurse about his blood type. He is an A. DD is delighted.
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