A Grandmother's Guide to Pregnancy: Some Tips on Coping for Any New Grandma
A Road Formerly Traveled
Twenty-two years ago, I became a mother. It was a wonderfully magical time, and my memories are strewn about on my walls and tabletops. I gave birth to one son by cesarean section and never did it again. Aaron was an easy child to raise who stole my heart from the beginning-a charming towheaded boy.
It's now August, 2010, and my only child is 2 weeks away from being a father himself. He and mama-to-be, Christine, live close by and I am grateful for the opportunity to perform grandmotherly activities, however I have little more than an inkling what they may be. What I've been doing over the past 9 months is getting to know Christine, watching her stomach swell. While it's strange to see a young woman in love with your only child, it's also strange to think that they had-and continue to have-sex. I think I'm finally getting over it. She's a hard-working 20 year old who is determined to make her way in this world successfully. More power to her, I say; she is a very talented artist and personally, she is a wonder.
Built-In Babysitter for Quinn Alexander Kutsoginis?
Quite a name, eh? But I digress...Since we live so close to one another, I expect to be providing childcare quite often. I am curious, though, how I will 'take' to Quinn. Will I feel the same emotions I felt for my son? Probably not, since I will be sending him home nightly with his parents, which I consider quite a plus. He is not my child-a mantra I must become familiar with. When the time comes to discipline the boy, I wonder what my reaction will be to their parenting styles.
Hold the Presses!
Well, it's Thursday, August 26th, and the little guy's decided to make an early entrance. This hub was fairly boring, actually, as I reread it today, because as a suddenly imminent grandma, I am full of energy and excitement. Okay, so here's the scoop. At about 1 a.m. last night my son woke me from my nightly drool, saying that Christine thought she was in labor. He needed to use our truck to get her to the hospital and told me he would phone with any news. At around 10:30 this morning, he called. She is in labor, is having contractions, her cervix is 3 cm. dilated, but it hasn't 'dropped.' Never heard of such a thing. I haven't even Googled it yet. Anyhow, the hospital thought it wise to send her home with an Ambien until she sees her regular doc today in about an hour.
Needless to say, grandma can't sit still. Unfortunately, she has no choice-Aaron has the family truck.
Writing While Twiddling my Thumbs
So, I wait. And I am a shitty waiter. I think I should be with her, but who wants her mother-in-law breathing down her neck? This is not my delivery! Thank God! Think about it, Laurel, really. This is going to be one hell of a night. How should I act? This is exactly why I titled this hub as I did, because grandmas go through it, too. Grandpas too, no doubt. I won't be in that sort of earth-tilting-off-its-axis pain, but instead I'll be watching Christine grind through it. Another waiting scenario that absolutely thrills me. I will be taking "To Kill A Mockingbird" with me, but I know I won't read it, I'll be too busy worrying.
The Circle of Life
Some of you have read of the loss of my precious dog, Birthday, 2 days ago. I had to have him euthanized-he had no life left in his eyes and was ready to go to sleep. While I still mourn that dog, and probably will for the rest of my days, the roller coaster that is life has hit me square between the eyes. On Tuesday, a death, come Thursday, a birth. I am one of the tiny minority of people who have never seen "The Lion King," but have some idea of the lyrics of "The Circle of Life." From what I understand, this is a perfect example.
I intend to see that movie...when I have some time.
Well, we can all be assured that this little one will be quite like his father-he will tend to be on the tardy side. Christine was in the hospital for around 6 hours before they sent her home with the sleeping pills, Aaron went back to work and I waited. And waited. Oh, and some more waiting. It's about 10:30 p.m. now and everyone, particularly Cristine, is waiting. Come On, Boy! But he's chosen to retreat for God knows how long. In the meantime, Gramps, myself, Aaron and Christine have been frantically doing baby laundry, touching up the new paint in the nursery, and giving the rug a shampooing. But I think we're beat, all of us. I think it's time to go to sleep-until the phone rings!
Quinn made his entrance into the world on September 1, 2010! At 8 lbs. 4 oz. and 20" long, he is quite the 'big boy.' All went smoothly, considering-Aaron barely made it to the delivery, but he did attend. Today Quinn is 6 days old and I have had the opportunity to babysit in order to let mama get a shower in and to let the parents get out of the house for an hour or so.
Being a grandmother is going to be one hell of a ride, and I intend to enjoy every minute of it.
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