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| The night before Greyson was born. |
After nine months of waiting, my daughter became a mother, which means, I became a grandmother.
How strange it seems to think of myself....a grandmother. But here I am, 50 years old, a grandmother.
The night before his (planned) arrival, me and Chuck drove the three hours to South Georgia to be with Amber and Chris on the eve of their parenthood. We braved the smell of manure and paper mill to get there, and then suffered the haphazard sleep of those who lay all night on a lumpy futon. (The 'bed' in the guest room).
Of course I didn't sleep hardly a wink, and not just because of the lumpy futon. It was mostly the excitement I could barely contain of knowing soon a little baby would be born into our family.
The next morning, Amber and Chris were already up and gone by the time we woke. We scrubbed up and headed to Americus to the hospital.We hadn't been there long when the doctors wheeled Amber away to surgery.
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| Our first glimpse of Greyson! |
After a bit of waiting, there was a flurry of excitement just beyond our waiting area, and around the corner came a bassinet on wheels, pushed by a nurse, containing a little bit of an angel inside it.
All us grandparents gathered around to see the awesome wonder...a tiny bundle of pink skin and dark hair.
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| Getting his first exam. |
And then they wheeled his little chariot on down the hallway to begin much prodding and poking. A few minutes later we were allowed to stand near the nursery, to watch the little baby behind the plexiglass window. We ooohed and aaaahed and I have to admit I cried a little.
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| The joys of Grandmotherhood! |
Becoming a grandmother has been one of my best accomplishments. And I didn't have to do a thing!
