New Life!

My Son and his GF were expecting their first child, and the Wednesday before I left on Vacation, she was admitted to the hospital 2 weeks before her due date, to induce labor. The small babe and Mom were both losing weight and they wanted her out of her Mom so that they could fatten her up. So two days before I was to leave for the Mountains – with no cell phone access – they were waiting for my little granddaughter to be born.  Since my vacation was planned, scheduled and other people were coming to stay with us, we decided to leave anyway and just keep on checking back when we could. I was stressing out about the entire thing AND had come down this cold. Probably why it had gotten worse.

So on Friday morning, my daughter and I drove to the nearest station which is about 13KM from where we camp. This station has a store, gas, diesel as well as a water and dump station for trailers. Fortunately it also has a pay phone. So I called my son on Friday morning to find out that Lilyana Dawn was born at 7:45p.m. on Thursday night, weighing in at a whopping 4lbs 11 oz and she is 17.5” long. Pretty tiny little thing. Mom and babe are both doing great. They got home on Sunday as they wanted to keep them both in the hospital for a few days for observation.

The picture isn’t a great one – I can’t wait to go see her and take pictures with my camera. When I got home last night, I got on the computer right away looking for pictures and sat there and cried. I feel horrible that I haven’t seen her yet and I don’t plan on it until I feel better. I would not want to just look at her, I’d want to hold and cuddle with her so I’m waiting a few more days before I go just to make sure I’m feeling better and not pass it along to her or her Mom.

When I talked to my son last night, he said that Mom was struggling with a little post partum depression right now but otherwise everything is fine. My son is a natural father, he is comfortable with babies. He might not be so good as they get older, but he is great when they are little. His first child, my 7yr old grandson, when he was first born Aiden’s mom also suffered from post partum depression and could not deal with everything so they split up and he raised Aiden for the first 6 months of his life. They lived with me and I thoroughly enjoyed viewing new life experiences through the eyes of my grandson as a grandmother and not a worrying parent. They eventually got back together for a couple of years but it still didn’t work out for them. They are good friends now and a HUGE part of my life. She may have had a rough start as a mother but she is certainly rocking it now.

My son and his GF are going to struggle in the years to come because of their life situation. It always comes down to finances. But I won’t let them suffer in anyway and will be there with a watchful eye. It’s who I am. I don’t have the room to have them come live with me (they live with her Mom right now) but I won’t allow them to go hungry at all. While she was pregnant, they did frequently come over to eat at my house because I wanted to make sure she was eating right. Even with living with her Mom, it was still room and board type arrangement so they were completely responsible for their own food and stuff. Her Mom could not afford to support them in anyway. In September they need to find a new place to live and I’m already worried about that. My son does not make a large amount of money and it is hard for couples starting out to find places to live that they can afford. He needs to get new employment but that too is not so easy these days. I’ve got my fingers crossed that things work out for them as they need their own place and space to get on with their lives and raise their little girl.

Why do I always feel like I need to take on the weight of my family’s problems on my shoulders J

I hope you all have a FANTASTIC day!

Ttyl

Sandra