My daughter and son-in-law made excellent plans for my participation in the new baby’s arrival before I arrived. They programmed the route to the hospital, over an hour worth of driving, into the GPS in the car that I would be driving. We drove it a couple of times before the big day so I was familiar with landmarks along the way. All well and good. What they didn’t think about was my head being on backwards after the baby finally came. Six hours of pacing had done me in.
We did make it to the hospital in one piece. My four year old grandson only asked me once why I was crying. I don’t remember if anyone honked at me but a lot of cars went around me.
The kids had gifts in their hospital suitcase, one for their older son from the new baby (boy did that thrill him!) and one for me. I looked at the beautiful charms again the next morning when I could see them without tears in my eyes. Such a kind thought for Grammie. Thanks guys.
I drove there again on the day after the birth and I have to say, what an easy drive it is when you are not an emotional wreck. I could even appreciate the mid-bay bridge and the sun on the water. The Emerald Coast has beautiful white beaches and is a pretty cool place to be born. In the future, though, I’m booking the closest hotel room adjacent to whatever hospital the next grand child is scheduled to arrive at.
I know many of you are caught in this terrible ice and snow storm. I hope you are all safe. Nature seems poised to end this already tumultuous year with as much weather havoc as possible. Keep warm.