Tommie and Jason
“You’re not quite ready.” Words an about-to-deliver mother never wants to hear. “I’ll be back,” she replied. Hours later the drive down Wheatland Road toward Charlton Methodist Hospital was slowed by thick fog. Emergency flashers and lights signaled urgency to other travelers before 7:00 a.m. on that Saturday twenty-three years ago.
Yes, our New Year’s Eve Baby turned 23 this morning. The official time was 7:20 a.m. if my memory serves correctly. Tommie DeAnn left her hospital room on this New Year’s Eve after delivering a healthy baby Max Nolen this past Wednesday evening.
We spent the morning picking up few items for her as well as lunch from the Deli.
What a day. Jason called about 4:00 p.m. and said, “Well it looks like it is time.” After enduring increasingly intense contractions, Tommie made her doctor’s appointment about 3:30 p.m. They wheeled her over to the Labor & Delivery floor at Children’s.
Patty had just begun a long procedure at work and would not be able to leave early. We left the house about 5:30 p.m. just sure we would miss Max’s arrival. We called Tommie. Patty did not want to think about missing Tommie’s first. In this instance it was daughter consoling mother. “He is not here yet Mom.” Read More
For weeks, 13 to be exact if you begin from when we found out Tommie and Jason were pregnant, we have wondered about our next grandchild. Will we have another grandson or will we have our first granddaughter? Healthy is our priority. But curiosity does leave a person wondering.
Yesterday we went with Tommie and Jason to their sonogram appointment. We watched as the sonographer measured the yet-to-be-born baby’s most important features. We observed the steady beating heart. We witnessed the development of the brain, legs, hands, feet, and spine. These were all important. But, the question on everyone’s mind evidenced by either wearing a bow or a mustache was, “Boy or girl?”
We did not realize we would be sworn to secrecy until this evening. Jason and Tommie planned a “reveal” party for some friends. We would have to wait to tell until then. I felt like John the Baptists, though I was not mute. How many times did I want to “Tweet” it or post the news to Facebook. Plenty.
Now I am free to tell – we will be the proud grandparents of a baby . . . boy! Max is to arrive in January. He meets all the requirements of being nearly 20 weeks along. Grammy has already made a gift and presented it by the time you read this.