After reading about Chris’s new grandchild, I got to thinking about my own. He is 14 1/2 years old, but I doubt that I will ever forget the day he was born. My son-in-law called just as we were going to bed to say that he was taking Jenn down to Hopkins. This was two days before Dr. T planned to induce labor. Shehad gestational diabetes and Kevin was a good size. Anyway, John promised to call after she was settled. When the alarm went off at 5AM, I got up and called Hopkins. They put me through to her. She said to me, “When are you coming, Mommy?” Right then, my heart did a little flip flop. My daughter wanted me there at her side. That little sentence told me so much. I said I would be there as soon as the doors to Win’s summer day camp opened. I got there in plenty of time. Kevin’s cube shaped head didn’t help matters any. When I held him for the first time, I couldn’t help but to count his fingers. His hands were so much wider then Win’s. And so was his chest! He was built like his father. But, when I looked into those eyes, it was like looking at my little girl all over again. He still looks like his Mom and he’s got her mouth, too. When he’s ready, the girls better watch out because my first husband was a great kisser.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 
January 7, 2009 at 6:03 pm
He is also very good looking! The girls are probably already following him around.
I had a lot of fun at the hospital. That was the first time that I was able to be around when one of my grandchildren entered the world.