I’ve fallen in love. Hard. His name is Luke William.
He has silky black hair, bluish-dark eyes and a smile that will melt your soul.
Even if it is gas, and not a real smile. (I’ve never believed
that, though.) At birth, on November 7th, he weighed 7 lbs, 7 oz
and was 21 inches long. Yes, we’re talking about my grandson—my first
grandchild. I’ve just returned home from spending the first week of his life
with him, and now I’m suffering from Baby Withdrawal.
It all began last Thursday, November 6th, when my cell phone rang just
as I was handing $4.00 over to an employee at Panera for a cheese Danish and a cup
of coffee. I’d been waiting for that phone call for what seemed like forever;
Leah’s due date was November 4th—and because she arrived three
weeks early when I was pregnant with her, I kind of thought my grandchild would,
too. Not exactly logical reasoning, is it?
Anyway, Leah was having contractions, and the hospital had decided to admit her
because her blood pressure was a little high. As soon as I got off the phone
with her, I called Frank at work, and he agreed to meet me at home. Coffee
and Danish forgotten, I hurried home and gathered everything I needed for the two-hour
trip to Maryland. (Luckily, I’d had the foresight to pack a suitcase weeks
ago to keep in Frank’s Forester because I’d be staying with Leah, Zac and baby for
a week after delivery.) As it turned out, though, we didn’t have to hurry.
When we arrived at the hospital, Leah and Zac met us in the waiting room of the
birth center. She was dressed in a hospital gown. Because her contractions
were erratic, the nurses had suggested she walk around for a while. By ten
o’clock that night, things still weren’t really progressing, so Frank and I went
back to their house to stay with the dogs, and waited for a phone call that didn’t
come that night.
The next morning, we went back to the birth center where Zac told us she’d started
having strong contractions around three in the morning. Around noon, the nurse
asked Frank & me to go wait in the waiting room so they could check her, and
Zac promised to keep us updated. An hour passed, and finally, he called my
cell phone to tell me that the anesthesiologist was on his way to give her the epidural—and
that things would happen fast then. Another hour passed, and I was really
growing nervous. It was about three o’clock when I finally walked down to
the nurse’s station to get an update. I talked to Leah’s midwife, and she
told me Leah was pushing, and everything looked great. Relieved, I returned
to the waiting room. Minutes ticked by. At 4:00, a young pregnant girl arrived;
she was having contractions even though the baby was a month early. I didn’t
know it then, but this girl happened to be a neighbor of Leah and Zac’s. At
4:15, Frank decided to drive over to the house to let the dogs out. I’d been
drinking water all day, and I had to go to the bathroom, but I didn’t want to leave
the waiting room in case Zac showed up with the big news. But as the clock
inched closer to 4:30, I became increasingly uncomfortable. Finally, I could
wait no longer. The bathroom was just off the waiting room, so I didn’t have
to go far.
I was washing my hands when I heard some excitement in the waiting
room. I opened the door, stepped out—and saw a beaming Zac. “7 pounds,
7 ounces,” he said. But he wasn’t talking to me! He was talking to his
“What? Did she have it?” I shrieked. (Okay, I wasn’t really shrieking.
But I was excited.) “What was it?” (Leah and Zac were one of
the very few expectant parents who chose not to find out the sex ahead of
“It’s a boy!” Zac said, laughing. “You want to come meet your
new grandson, Grandma?”
You bet I did! I called Frank on my cell phone as I raced toward Leah’s room.
“Hi, Grandpa! It’s a boy!”
Luckily, Frank had just stepped off the elevator off the birthing center.
So, he was in the room almost as quickly as I was. Finally, it was the moment
I’d been waiting for. Leah was holding her new son, and he was gazing up at
her like he was trying to memorize her face. It was the sweetest thing I’ve
Now, I know all grandparents think their newborn grandchild is the most beautiful
baby ever born. Well, I’m here to tell you that my Luke William
the most beautiful baby ever born…of course, not counting my own
Leah and Stephen.
don’t believe me, just check out his pictures on my MySpace page.
Now, I’m trying to adjust to being back home and getting back to my regular routine.
But it’s hard because, like I said, I’m suffering from Baby Withdrawal. Does
anyone know a remedy? I don’t know how I’m going to make it to Thanksgiving!!!
But I guess I have no choice.
Hope all of you have a great Thanksgiving! I know I will because I’ll be seeing
little Luke William again. J
Sorry…I just can’t stop gushing.