Grandparental Joy

It didn't take long for me to discover the special joy of being a grandparent. It was still fairly early when Cuppa and I found ourselves at breakfast while Mom and Dad were still tied down at the hospital. I thought it rather fine to have enjoyed the birthing (although I wasn't in the small room, I wasn't far away) and then retire tired but fulfilled to breakfast followed by a bit of a rest.

We did return in the afternoon for several hours and held Smudge at length. She was very content to be passed among eager arms at great length. Truth be told, she barely stirred despite our attempts to rouse her and have her feed. However, in the womb, her most active time was in the evening, so she could be howling in protest right now for all I know — another grandparental benefit.

Cuppa and I both felt ourselves to be in a time warp today. When we were becoming parents, we were forced to gown and mask before contact, and we almost had to make an appointment to even see the children. Now, they are plunked right into your arms sans both gowns and masks, and we were able to enjoy Smudge just as much as our little but filled-to-overflowing hearts desired.

This is a small hospital with only one four-bed room for new Moms. It was full today; all were delivered by the same doctor although there are three in town. All were girls. It should be noted that he is going on Caribbean vacation Friday — seriously!

Meanwhile, permit me to show these two photos from this afternoon. I was willing to wait but when Cuppa demanded six more for her blog, I thought I should grab a couple while I could. That's another change since our days — digital cameras, computers and internet to facilitate sharing so much so easily.