Reflections of a soon to be Grandmother

It’s 4 a.m. and I’m watching my 2 baby girls sleep. Mind you my 2 babies are in their 20′s. But they are still my babies, none the less.

My middle child, April is a week over due in her pregnancy. So the doctor wanted to induce her. She was supposed to come in Friday night, have a drug inserted that would soften her cervix, sleep all night and then in the morning she would be given potocin to induce labor.

Unfortunately, the maternity ward was packed Friday night so they told us to go home and they would call when a bed was available. They did call about 10 Saturday morning so we went to the hospital at 11am, April had the drug inserted. At midnight, they took the drug out and at 1 a.m., Sunday they gave her potocin.

So far, the potocin hasn’t done much. April is sleeping, Shannon her sister, is sleeping in the recliner/sleeper. And I’m sitting in the rocker watching both my girls sleep and marveling at how innocent they look, like little angels when they sleep. Just like they did as babies.

And, I’m remembering my own deliveries with them and their younger brother. How soon they grow up.

If I could give April any advice about becoming a new mother, it would be to cherish every moment. Even the difficult ones. I remember at times, I would get so frustrated that I would just wish they were at a different age. I was sure that an older age would be much easier to deal with.

Looking back, I now see that every age has it’s own challenges. Each age also is so very special. Treasure it. Imbed the memories in your mind. Embrace everything about it. It goes by so fast.

I know there are times as a young mother that you wonder if you will ever sleep again. Or ever have any semblance of a life of your own back. You will. But you will never get those sweet, little innocent kisses back. Or the cute little baby giggles. I guess that’s what grandchildren are for. To soften the blow of losing your own children to adulthood.

Still, no matter how old they get, and despite the fact that they tower over me now, they will always be my babies.

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