On the 12 May 2018 at approx 2.30pm, I received what can only be the best news any mother of a grown up daughter could hope for!! I was to become a Granny 🙂 To say that I went ballistic would be a complete understatement…I did the whole Greek Mama shrieky thing LOL
Getting the news 🙂
I was quite simply over the moon. This was not something I was expecting (sorry for the pun), and had made my peace with the idea that I may not ever have grandchildren. I guess I should have known better! The planets had aligned; my daughter was in a really good place in her life, she had met a wonderful man, they were engaged to be married, she was settled in her home, her business was doing well and life was good. The universe knew that the time was right.
I’m going to be a Granny 🙂
The months both dragged and flew by with visits to a clinic for an ultrasound that showed the wee bub sitting comfortably in the position he was to pretty much maintain for the full 40 weeks right up until he was born.
isn’t that just extraordinary….so tiny and yet so very real
Ultrasound ❤
Each week was marked with images of his progress off the ovia app,
one the day I received the news, this is the size of the bub; a poppy seed
photographs of Mummy’s slowly expanding belly,
Lots of clothes shopping (we ended up with wayyy too much), various excursions as nursery equipment was collated and frequent trips for treats LOL I’m surprised he doesn’t look like a treat…oh Wait!! He does!!
After a relatively problem-free pregnancy, he didn’t after all make it easy for Mama and stuck to his guns, resulting in a breech birth.
Finally the big day arrived and exactly 40 weeks to the day (according to their calculations, not the NHS’s) without any further ado, my tiny, beautiful, cute, gorgeous, exceptionally intelligent (of course), delightful little grandson arrived. Albeit very traumatic for Mummy, his birth went fairly smoothly and I had the privilege of being able to support her right through from beginning to end. We, Simon (her husband), Maisie (her Doula), myself and of course the beautiful Mama, were all in shell-shock and I’m still bemused by the fact that I actually managed to get through her labour without going to pieces.
Jamie, just 10 minutes old cuddled on Mummy’s chest, Maisie, me and Daddy
In fact she had, a few weeks before, asked me to knit her a birthing blanket. The idea was for me to knit this blanket whilst she was in labour, to focus my mind and keep me calm and occupied….it didn’t quite work out that way, and 4 months later the blanket is still under construction. Mostly because I’m forever holding the baby or taking photos of him rather than knitting….oh and working. I have 2 other cardigans 95% completed that I have never yet found the time to complete.
So Jamie, my precious little boy, here you are….just hours old
and now you’re fast-growing, gorgeous, funny almost 4 month old with a mega-watt smile that lights up the room and my heart.
I loved the idea of being a Granny, but I love actually being a Granny even more that I ever thought possible.
He’s now 16 weeks old and I can hardly believe that the weeks have flown by so quickly.
What a charming little boy he is, and we are so blessed to have him in our lives.
Not Just a Granny 
You must be logged in to post a comment.