It was March 1st, 1986. In a Dallas Texas hospital Dr. Stall placed a newborn baby in my arms. Exhausted from days of labor, foggy from emergency C section anesthesia, I was convinced my life had become some kind of fantastical dream.
Then, I went home.
- without the nurses.
- without the painkillers.
- without a food tray magically appearing three times a day.
My family visited and then went back to their own home. My husband went back to work. Then, baby started to cry and so did I.
I think we were both worried about being left alone. Totally. Forever.
That was definitely the hormones speaking.By the time all four of my kids had been born, I don’t think I had one moment alone.
I’m a grandma now. It’s
- Addictive beyond belief.
Makes me want to revisit my own early parenting years. That didn’t go so good. It was like trying to recall the details of a roller coaster ride.
Nothing but a blur.
That’s why being a grandparent is so great. I’m allowed to live in slow motion, to savour each moment I have with my grandkids.
It really is.