Grandbaby number six has arrived! On schedule but not without a display of stubbornness that his parents can look forward to dealing with! Superson, who once married was able to add the moniker of Superhusband can now also carry the title of Superdad. We have spent nine months chuckling as Superson read numerous "Daddy" books and put them into action. He has had his hospital bag and new manly diaper bag ready to go for weeks. As of Sunday, The Stylist and new mommy, hadn't packed. We were guests in their home for dinner and his brothers were devastated that the shish-ka-bobs were chicken and not beef, but he explained that he read that raw meat was not good for pregnant women. Mini-Me was confused when she met them for lunch and Superson asked permission to have a beer. You are 30 years old! But he explained that he read that you should not drink alcohol in front of a pregnant woman without permission. We do so love him!
And the Stylist is going to be a gentle and loving mother with a sense of humor that is necessary when raising children. And don't forget, that sense of humor has been needed when dealing with Superson. And we love her so much just for loving him as she does!
When women announce that they are pregnant, most other women feel the need to start relating every horror story imaginable from their own pregnancies. My advice, ignore them or laugh at them. Every pregnancy and delivery is unique! I was fortunate to have six wonderful pregnancies and easy deliveries I might be insane, but I am not crazy! I would not have had the second one if number one was rough! After a tough labor and delivery though, no new mom wants to hear how great yours went.
The best stories for me, were the ones surrounding the event. Like, walking into the hospital ready to deliver The Blonde and being told by Security that visiting hours were over. One look at my face and then at my stomach and a wheelchair immediately appeared. Or calling my brother to tell him about Mommy and her name (her middle name belonged to her Doc's grandmother) and having him ask who came up with a stupid name like that with Doc listening. Or being days past my due date with Mini Me and outside raking leaves when a car pulled up and offered to take me to the hospital. No, my leaves and I are doing just fine. Or having Doc invite any and all of his co-workers in to meet me during labor. Or having the Doctor arrive to deliver Calvin, who was born at change of shift and finding that there was no room for him in the room. Or driving in a blinding ice storm to deliver the Surprise. Or having Calvin threaten to leave home if Pook was another sister and not the brother he had dreamed of. Unfortunately, Calvin was disappointed. While Pook was a boy, he was useless. He just laid there and refused to play with Calvin.
Oh the memories that we have and the new ones that will be created. I love when the gang gets together. For such a versatile and individual group, they are very close and good friends. I now get to enjoy the next generation playing together, fussing at each other and being loved unconditionally by their Nana.
Welcome to our newest little baby. May God grant you and your parents, many many years of happiness and laughter and tears of joy!!!
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!