You know what it's like being a first time grandma? I can tell you my experience. My first grandson was born a few days' ago. He's ten days early. That evening my daughter and son-in-law were supposed to have dinner at our place. While we were busily cooking, the phone rang. They requested us to bring food over to them – as they live close by. They revealed that the water broke in the morning. At once I was alarmed. Both my husband and I became real uptight. He snapped at me several times and I, too, snapped at him. I mingled laughs and nervousness. We were told the baby would arrive some time in the middle of the night.
That night, knowing that the baby would be born any time, you think I would sleep well and wake up to the good news? I tried to make myself really tired so that I could sleep once I dropped onto the bed. But it still took me some time to fall asleep. Early next morning I woke up with my stomach full of butterflies and waiting for my son-in-law to announce the good news. Good gracious! It wasn't until around 11:00 that I got the news, the baby was born.
When my husband and I went to see our grandson at the hospital we were so excited. My daughter let me hold the baby. I was so uptight, having not held newly born for so long. “Relax, when you're relax the baby will be relaxed and be happy,” my daughter told me. “See how tight your shoulders are,” they laughed. My husband was doing much better. He even taught me how to do it.
A good look at our grandson, of course he's a handsome boy – a tiny body and well proportioned, long fingers, has his mother's feet, features on his face prominent; of course, see who's describing him. He's wrapped in a blanket my daughter knitted, a well done job.
I'm overjoyed, overwhelmed and even more so when I can see a mother in my daughter. She's so well prepared for the baby. Her feeding the baby, her holding him, her gentle touch on him shows motherly love – join the club, daughter. She will exactly treat him like I do with her and like my mother with me. This motherly instinct passes on from generations to generations, even animals possess that. It is this that we can procreate. Some day she, too, I hope, will be a grandmother; and she will understand what's happening within me!
That night, knowing that the baby would be born any time, you think I would sleep well and wake up to the good news? I tried to make myself really tired so that I could sleep once I dropped onto the bed. But it still took me some time to fall asleep. Early next morning I woke up with my stomach full of butterflies and waiting for my son-in-law to announce the good news. Good gracious! It wasn't until around 11:00 that I got the news, the baby was born.
When my husband and I went to see our grandson at the hospital we were so excited. My daughter let me hold the baby. I was so uptight, having not held newly born for so long. “Relax, when you're relax the baby will be relaxed and be happy,” my daughter told me. “See how tight your shoulders are,” they laughed. My husband was doing much better. He even taught me how to do it.
A good look at our grandson, of course he's a handsome boy – a tiny body and well proportioned, long fingers, has his mother's feet, features on his face prominent; of course, see who's describing him. He's wrapped in a blanket my daughter knitted, a well done job.
I'm overjoyed, overwhelmed and even more so when I can see a mother in my daughter. She's so well prepared for the baby. Her feeding the baby, her holding him, her gentle touch on him shows motherly love – join the club, daughter. She will exactly treat him like I do with her and like my mother with me. This motherly instinct passes on from generations to generations, even animals possess that. It is this that we can procreate. Some day she, too, I hope, will be a grandmother; and she will understand what's happening within me!
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