As I begin this post, our youngest daughter is in the birthing process with their first child. She called last night around 1:30AM (their time) to say that the dam had broken, but were home from the hospital with the injunction to “try and get some sleep”.
Yeah, right. A separate human being is trying to push her way into the world through your body, and you’re supposed to “get some sleep”.
Last report is that the contractions are getting more regular. Of course, their bags are packed, and my son-in-law has been the one “nesting” by changing all the lights in their small apartment so that they can be turned on and off by a phone app, by rotating the tires on the car, etc…we love him.
And yet, even though he will experience everything he can as our own baby girl goes through this process, no one can really Continue reading “The capstone of nine months”