Today my daughter turned 8 years young. A day she claims to have been waiting for "her whole life"!
Around 2 this morning, I was remembering that 8 years ago today, I was trying to convince the doctors and nurses that I knew my body wanted this baby out and something was wrong. But, being the know it all nurses they were, they knew better than I... Better than the woman carrying her 3rd child. Without even examining me, they *knew* the burning sensation inside my abdomen was 'heartburn". Although I've never had heartburn, I somehow knew heartburn wasn't what I was dealing with.. The lava flowing around in my belly was no good and I knew it! It cannot possibly be good for my baby girl. ... Mmmmk! I gave them a chance to listen to my quiet, uncomfortable, typical pregnant patient voice.. No more chatty Cathy's! I'm a lioness hear me *roar*! Alas.. They perked up and listened and responded without hesitation! From the moment I roared they put monitors on me, took my blood, vitals and within 15 minutes I was whisked off to the operating room to have my baby removed via an emergency cesarean section. My uterus was rupturing and my daughter could have spilled into my abdomen killing both of us... Idiots! Uncomfortable, under anesthesia, numb from the chest down, worried about my premature, thin, fragile baby girl and holding my husbands hand and crying. I still had the gall to tell the nurses " I told you so, you should have listened" (Typical me)..I think I fell asleep right after that, or maybe they game me meds to shut me up?..
Premature yes, but overall a very healthy sweetheart was born to myself and my husband. Most people say time has gone by so quickly...Umm no it hasn't! You lie! My face, my gray hair, my hips, an extra 8 candles on my birthday cakes and my new freckles don't agree! I can't say time has flown by because I've sure felt each and every year, month by month, and day by day..
So. Anyhow. This morning my now 8 year old reminded me she turned 8 on the 8th and she will be an aunt in 8 weeks..
To her a "wow, cool" moment but to me it was a reminder that with her becoming an aunt, makes me a grandmother! Yep! A granny, nana, abuelita (whatever you'd like to call it) at 33. My 18yr old baby boy will be a father in 8 weeks. Holy cheese, crackers and bottle of red wine!! Now that seems to have happened rather quickly. I'm sure the 2 nutty teens don't think so. Boy, If my son told me face to face that his girlfriend of a few months was pregnant, I think I would have slapped his face, hugged him then locked myself in my room curled up in the fetal position... Shit! A dad at 18! Ughhh.. My heart is mush and my brain deflated after remembering the day he told me the news and remembering my own pregnancy (debacle) announcement. Oy vey! Now of course being the woman I am, I have bounced back form it all quite nicely and have accepted it all for what it is. Nothing more nothing less, just a new chapter in our lives. It was a shock for a few weeks and also caused serious family drama and people came unglued for a few months. As with most things in life, time too fixed wounded feelings.. I however was over it all the moment I saw the ultrasound of my grandchild. I felt like I was seeing my own sonogram, 18 years ago... Screw the family bs, I'm going to be a grandmother and my husband and I have accepted this for what it is and happily await the arrival of our little granddaughter. Boy oh boy what a ride this is going to be..
Genesis is going to make her debut into this scary world sometime in March. I cannot wait!
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