Yes, our level of joy does require that many exclamation points. Our third baby has given birth to her third baby and we are most grateful for his safe arrival.
The siblings were quickly shuttled to Aunt Joy's house. I dropped Barbara (my Chinese teacher) at her location then headed to Joy's to help. Perhaps I should clarify who was at Joy's house and why she needed my help. The list included:
- Spencer 7
- Abby 6
- Noah 4
- Zach 3
- Madi 3
- Tyce 3
- Ava 1
- Avery 10 months
- Parker 2 months
Kristin had to leave Parker in order to close out the VBS we were doing at a local apartment complex. She was teaching at an outdoor venue. Frank was there but he had to grill more than 50 hotdogs and there were no extra hands. Tyce and Avery are the two children Joy babysits three days a week. Joy took in all nine children and never twitched an eye once. Amazing!
Less than thirty minutes after I arrived, we got the text that Meagan was already 7 cm dilated. I stood holding a hairbrush (getting ready to braid Abby's hair) and read the text to Joy who was feeding someone. Grayson would definitely be arriving before the end of the business day.
"Mom, Go!" she grabbed the brush from me. "You know Meagan won't take long to have this baby. You have to go to the hospital right now!"
I hated leaving Joy with all those children. But I also wanted to be able to run errands or make calls if Meagan and Nathan needed me. Joy gave me a push toward the door and the decision was made.
At the hospital, I tapped on the door then quietly slipped into their room. Meagan sat on a birthing ball while Nathan massaged her back countering the pressure of the labor pains. They worked together as a real team. It was a sweet scene I've witnessed twice before with them.
The method is what they've found most effective for the way Meagan labors. The nurse kept commenting on what an awesome job they were doing. She even suggested at one point they should do an instructional birthing video. Meagan just rolled those huge blue eyes as her response to the suggestion.
Of course the truth is that every birth experience is different and each arrival is perfect; however it happens. Our other five grandchildren have been born by way of Caesarean section.
During the first couple hours, I stayed in the room with them. Helping massage Meagan's back to give Nathan a break. Stepping out at key moments. Finding more ice chips. Chasing down the nurse when Meagan's water broke.
Pretty soon after that, it was time for Noni to turn the waiting area into a prayer room. Papa arrived and we took turns getting updates from Nathan. [We are blessed with such wonderful sons-in-law. We offer great respect for their role as husbands. But they so graciously welcome us in to their lives when they're ready and we are most appreciative.]
About an hour later, Grayson was taking his first breaths and trying his best to figure out where he had landed. With only a few loud cries, he marked his place in our hearts for always. Nathan stepped out and let us know all was well. We hugged and smiled and congratulated him and swiped at our tears of gratitude.
Everyone said Meagan delivered Grayson quickly. In fact, Meagan had been in labor with this little boy for almost 10 weeks. True, the final push was only a little over four hours but who's counting other than Meagan, right?
Later in the day, I took Noah and Madi to the hospital so they could meet their new baby brother. I tuned into their never ending conversation just in time to hear Madi say, "I don't yike him. I don't yike Gwayson." My eyes went wide. But I shouldn't have worried at all.
Sounding very grown up in spite of his four year old lisp, Noah instructed, "Now Madi, Gwayson is our budder. You have to yove him."
A deep sigh of resignation came up from her toes and Madi responded, "Aw white! (Alright!) I yove him. I YOVE him!"
(Try to stifle that laugh while keeping your eyes on traffic. No easy feat.)
Nathan's parents (who also happen to be our dear friends) will be arriving from NC in a couple of days. We will all celebrate together the miracle of this little guy.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you.... Grayson Oliver means Wise Life. Lord, grant it may it be so for our wonderful little grand baby number 8.
Do you have grandchildren? How many? Any funny sibling stories you can share? We'd love to hear about your experience in the comment section.....