Frankly, there was just so much hype, I didn’t know what to expect.
So, I’m very happy to find that I am absolutely overcome with everything about the arrival of Jack.
I will always consider it one of the supreme privileges of my life to have been invited to be a part of the preparation for his arrival and then his birth.
Honestly, (and having delivered 8 babies from my own body I recognize how ridiculous this might sound but if you have been on both sides, maybe you will relate) watching my darling daughter in law endure labor was awful. I told Doug afterwards, and then told him again and again for days after that, “I cannot believe you went through that agony with me 8 times.” The helplessness is terrible. Not being able to do anything to alleviate the pain and angst is terrible. But then, the exhilaration and euphoria of Jack’s appearance and first cry was unlike anything I had ever experienced, unlike even my own births. The new love it created in me for Josh and Delaney was overwhelming. I was sharing something with them that was so intimate, and even more so since she is the wife of my son. And I didn’t know that new depth of love was even available.
How did I never imagine any of this?
So cheers to grandmother-hood, and love and hugs and thanks to my three darlings here. It’s been a pretty amazing start to 2019.