Being a Grandma

When my daughter was pregnant, I wasn’t sure how I felt, I mean, of course I was so happy, but I was not feeling that “WOW! I’m going to be a Grandma” feeling. Everyone was calling me “Grandma” and “Isn’t being a Grandma the best?” Ugh, I don’t know. My daughter ended up needing to be induced and had a long labor. I was not there as I lived 2 hours away. On the third day of nothing happening, I talked to my son in law and he sounded exhausted and concerned for her. He was worried that she was having such a hard time and was throwing up. Still no sign of a baby. My maternal instinct kicked in and the proverbial mama bear couldn’t stand that she was in so much distress. I got in the car and drove there without even telling them I was coming. Once I hit the hospital I found her room and she was resting comfortably(finally accepted the epidural option). She said, “Hi Mama, I’m glad you are here.” I knew right then, I was where I was suppose to be. Four hours later, she spiked a fever and they prepped her for C-section. Not long after that my Grandson was born and watching him in that warming bed, 10 minutes old, seeing that face, hearing that cry, it hit me like a brick. I felt that “I’m a Grandma and full of more love than I ever thought I had room for” feeling and its fantastic. My husband, Grandpa, feels the same way.  They still live 2 hours away so we do our best to see him at least two times a month and he gets more perfect every time we see him.

I love love love being a Mom but being a Grandma takes you to a place you never knew existed. I look forward to many more grandkids from all my kids. My 19 year old daughter can wait…please! But Grandma’s arms are ready for them all!!!!!!