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Elliot makes his arrival

Updated on September 2, 2011

Waiting for a baby to be born can seem eternal, endless. Some days go quickly, but most go slowly.

Anticipation, excitement, joy, worries, questions are just some of the feelings you will experience while waiting for baby's arrival. By the way, did I mention? I'm not having a baby. My daughter's having a baby. This is written from a Grandma's perspective.

I'm going to be a grandma again. "Nanna" I'll be called actually. It's an exciting time. I love being a grandparent. There's nothing like it.

Being a grandparent is so much different from being a parent. Aside from the "obvious" grandchildren go home with their parents, there are many special rewards. Grandchildren usually love going to grandma and grandpa's house. They develop great memories that last a life time.

Elliot is the name chosen for my grandson from his mom and dad a long time before he is born. He's no longer a nameless baby in his mommy's tummy. He is Elliot. Everyone refers to him as Elliot. We're all waiting to meet Elliot. His big sister anxiously waits. She sees other babies coming in to the world and wonders what is taking Elliot so long. She kisses her mommy's tummy to let Elliot know that she loves him.

The day grows nearer. Every doctor's appointment this grandma has to get a first-hand report on what the doctor said. How big is the baby getting? How is mom feeling? Have you had any contractions yet? Remember to get right to the hospital if your water breaks. Kids get tired of the never-ending questions and comments on childbirth, pregnanacy and child rearing. Sometimes we just can't help it. Again, being a grandmother comes with special privileges.

Now we are down to days, maybe even hours away for the much anticipated event. I watch the calender. I wait for the phone to ring. I give in and make the call myself. I watch the clock. I wonder how my daughter is doing throughout the day.

Then, the telephone call comes. We're on our way to the hospital, I am told. By the way, her water did break this time.

Since she doesn't live in the same city that we do, she tells me to go to sleep and she will call if anything happens. Get a good night's sleep, I am advised. Amazingly, I did get a good night's sleep that night. Slept sound knowing that little or is that big Elliot would be born soon.

Some texts made and some more phone calls. I learn that my daughter's contractions are getting stronger and closer together. She's decided to not have an epidural this time around. It's a women's right to change her mind one, two even one hundred times. She tells me that she thinks of Terry Fox and all that he endured. She could do it without an epidural.

Then the call comes. Elliot is here. Hooray. He weighs a whopping 8 lbs. 5 oz. Tons of jet black hair, I mean tons of it. What a cutie. And mom? She's doing well too. Only she wonders why she ever decided not to have an epidural and she would definitelyrecommend it to others.

So, grandma and grandpa and family get ready to go to the hospital to meet their newest grandchild. One's heart just grows bigger and bigger, like a balloon being blown make more room for more love. There is always lots of love in grandma and grandpa's hearts for a new grandchild.

The drive seems long. Finally, we see the hospital signs. We are getting close. Find a parking spot, get directions from information. Walk down corridors, find the elevator which finally stops and opens the door for us. Up we go.

First I see Elliot's dad. He directs me to where mommy and baby are. Hooray, I get to go first. Grandpa and Ashley can wait just a little bit while I go in to meet Elliot, my grandson.

When I arrive, Elliot's great grandparents are in the room, beaming and grandma proudly holding her grandson. Then I get my turn to hold Elliot. What a precious baby. Adorable. Sweet. Gorgeous - all those words. Perfect. I think perfect would describe him the best. I even get to see him take his first bath. Life, isn't it precious. I love being a grandma.


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      westernangel 6 years ago from Canada

      Awwww. That's great Wen

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      Wendy 6 years ago

      Very nice Mom! :) I will print out and put in his baby book :)