Today (now tomorrow in England) our granddaughter was born at 9 a.m. March 20 in Portland Hospital in London. She was delivered C-section. Her father cut the cord. Her mother nursed her and those of us on the other side of the Atlantic forwarded each other the photographs that her father quickly posted on the internet. We heard her cry. We heard her father wonder for the first time if something might be wrong and we heard ourselves gasp at the glorious sound of our granddaughter's voice. Lusty, strong and adamant.
Her Aunt Melissa and her Uncle Lucas cooed across the ocean to bid her welcome and I ordered what will be the first of endless copies of photographs of Grace just to hold and share with those who will indulge me.
We have become grandparents and I am beside myself.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
If we were having coffee
We'd be on our third cup of coffee by now. Or I would. And you would have patiently listened to me trying to catch you up on the surgeries, the upcoming birth, the rain here, Winston's mental state and my expanding shallow knowledge.
We had the second eye surgery. As you will recall the first one failed because of bad donor cornea cell tissue. The second one took. And reminded me how splendid it is to be in the presence and the recipient of superb nursing care and physician skill.
We continue putting the patch on at night and four drops of eye medicine daily. But, so far, so good.
Ken had an epidural last Friday. Basically, that means a shot in the dura of his spine to calm and numb frayed nerves in his lower back. More up and down with that. But it takes two weeks to know if this has worked.
Amanda will most likely deliver Grace by C-section because of a rather indelicate complication. Look up perianal fistula. She has one. It became abcessed. Had to be drained and now the dressing changed daily and she'll need surgery after Grace is born. (I'm pretty sure they will name this child Grace, but lately Chloe and Charlotte have been spoken as possibilities.) Amanda is doing well but the doctors are probably going to err on the side of caution and forego any possibility of tearing,e tc. w/ a C-section.
It has rained here for what seems like 3 months. At least for two weekends in a row. I am most grateful for rain. I need to be. We live in a desert and we are in a drought. But I feel like I've moved to Seattle. It's March. We here in Phoenix are use to blue skies, endless sunny skies and watering grass, plants and flowers as if we lived in Seattle. So, I feel guilty whining about rain. Other evolved souls here squeal in delight at the rain. I don't, but I try not to sulk either.
Lucas, Melissa and Melissa's brother Jeremy arrive tomorrow for Jeremy's spring break. We will show him Sedona, hopefully sunshine and the weather about which I am unduly proud and fine Mexican food. At 6 we will move from sipping coffee to sipping wine.
Life is good.
Forgive me for the absence. Since I follow four other bloggers fairly religiously I know that I get a little irked when they take more than two weeks off.
And as we are leaving the little coffee shop, I will mention in passing my addictions to The Wire. It's like crack. I have to rent only a few DVDs at a time. And The Good Wife. It's the one show I won't quit watching to talk to my children unless of course it was an emergency.
And I'd say get Abide With Me. It's by the author of Olive Kittridge. Then we could talk about it.
We had the second eye surgery. As you will recall the first one failed because of bad donor cornea cell tissue. The second one took. And reminded me how splendid it is to be in the presence and the recipient of superb nursing care and physician skill.
We continue putting the patch on at night and four drops of eye medicine daily. But, so far, so good.
Ken had an epidural last Friday. Basically, that means a shot in the dura of his spine to calm and numb frayed nerves in his lower back. More up and down with that. But it takes two weeks to know if this has worked.
Amanda will most likely deliver Grace by C-section because of a rather indelicate complication. Look up perianal fistula. She has one. It became abcessed. Had to be drained and now the dressing changed daily and she'll need surgery after Grace is born. (I'm pretty sure they will name this child Grace, but lately Chloe and Charlotte have been spoken as possibilities.) Amanda is doing well but the doctors are probably going to err on the side of caution and forego any possibility of tearing,e tc. w/ a C-section.
It has rained here for what seems like 3 months. At least for two weekends in a row. I am most grateful for rain. I need to be. We live in a desert and we are in a drought. But I feel like I've moved to Seattle. It's March. We here in Phoenix are use to blue skies, endless sunny skies and watering grass, plants and flowers as if we lived in Seattle. So, I feel guilty whining about rain. Other evolved souls here squeal in delight at the rain. I don't, but I try not to sulk either.
Lucas, Melissa and Melissa's brother Jeremy arrive tomorrow for Jeremy's spring break. We will show him Sedona, hopefully sunshine and the weather about which I am unduly proud and fine Mexican food. At 6 we will move from sipping coffee to sipping wine.
Life is good.
Forgive me for the absence. Since I follow four other bloggers fairly religiously I know that I get a little irked when they take more than two weeks off.
And as we are leaving the little coffee shop, I will mention in passing my addictions to The Wire. It's like crack. I have to rent only a few DVDs at a time. And The Good Wife. It's the one show I won't quit watching to talk to my children unless of course it was an emergency.
And I'd say get Abide With Me. It's by the author of Olive Kittridge. Then we could talk about it.
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