Births

The most wonderful feeling in the world,

The Birth of My Grandchildren.

I was able to be in the delivery room with my daughter-in-law during the birth of both my grandchildren Adonis and Amari. Adonis is now four and Amari is six weeks.

When Adonis (4) was about to be born I had a couple of false runs to the hospital. My son called me and said come on Ma, it’s time. I arrived at the hospital and the doctor was there, she said, “we have a ways to go”. I went back home got undressed and it seem like to minutes, of course it was a little longer than that, probably an hour. My son called again, “come on Ma, it time”. By the time I returned to the hospital, it was time. I walked in the room and all I could say was “that’s too much information” lol.

If you have ever been there you know exactly what I’m talking about, if you haven’t let you imagination run wild. There was the crown of my grandsons head. I was amazed at was I was seeing. I participated as much as I was l allowed; I just stood there and watched the process as my eyes filled with tears, tears of joy. I was there for the birth of my children…lol, but the view wasn’t that good. I’ll talk about those experiences later in class.

My next amazing experience happened about six weeks ago. My granddaughter Amari was born, I need to say I have another grandson name Terrance; unfortunately I wasn’t there when he was born, and Terrance is now seven.

I got the call at work, on my voice mail, that Amari was about to be born, and that they were at the hospital and to come on. They already knew that I wanted to be there for the birth of my first grand-daughter. I left work that day and picked my daughter up from school and headed straight to the hospital. It was raining so hard I didn’t think I was going to make it. By the time I reached the hospital nothing had happened, thank God, I would have been a little upset. I arrived about 6 pm and other family was there as well. We all sat around for hours, the doctor kept checking about every hour or so, nothing. The doctor said she would be a while. I did not want to leave.

 I finally went home changed clothes and made it back to the hospital, still nothing. I stayed at the hospital all night. I know I fell off to sleep for about an hour or so, woke up it was about twelve, then three, then about five-thirty the night doctor was checking, this was hours after they had induces her labor. The doctor said it’s time. Her mom, I, and my son all took position. My son grabbed a leg, I grab a leg, and her mom held her hand. About three good pushes, here comes the head. Then plop, plop, there was Amari. I or we were at the hospital twelve hours waiting on Amari. Another experience I would not trade for the world. I was exhausted and called off work the next day.

Having a little trouble with pictures-I'll post some later.

The worlds heaviest baby.

I was pretty amazed at this story when i read it a while ago. I just wanted to revisit and share with someone that may not have seen this story. It was pretty amazign to see how much bigger this baby was compared to an adverage new born her in the United states and anywhere in the world. So far he's the biggest. I would not want to have to feed him.
Take a look.
http://www.worldamazingrecords.com/2009/09/worlds-heaviest-baby-born-by-indonesian.html