Lucy, you don't mind if we don't give you center stage this Friday. Do you?
"I don't like it but I guess not. But only this once. And only if my picture goes first."
I really don't see what's the big deal here.
Monday's post contained a hint of a secret. A photograph of violets. Well here is another photograph of a violet; and this one is our first grandchild, born last Friday afternoon.
Right out of the delivery room into her new mother's arms.
(All photographs taken by Violet's mom and dad.)
Our Violet is a tiny little thing, but strong and healthy. She and her new parents stayed in the hospital until Monday partly because it was the weekend and some legal stuff needed to happen. It was a good thing, though. Her parents had more time to learn hands-on how to provide all the care she needs. The classes they had taken helped prepare them, but nothing is quite like holding your own infant.
The neonatal nurses held her a lot.
At five and a half pounds she looks even smaller in the car seat getting ready for the ride home.
Had she been even a few ounces smaller, a new car seat would have been mandatory for the trip home.
Here she is swaddled and comfy and finally home.
Our little Violet saw her own pediatrician on Wednesday who pronounced her perfect. We are so blessed to have this little girl in our family.
At the pediatrician's office
Seriously bonding with her daddy
Violet's dad's lovey was a little Winnie-the-Pooh which he carried around with a pink blanket. Both of them had been his sister's but she never cared much about them. He abandoned the loveys when he was about three. When he was about five our son identified with another A.A. Milne character. Tigger. Yes, "bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, FUN." It fit the boy perfectly. So it was only fitting that Violet's paternal grandparents (that's ME and my husband---we are grandparents, people) should send her a Tigger.
Our son sent us a photograph of Tigger and Violet.
He immediately wrote that yes, he took the toy out of the crib as soon as the picture was made.
Special thank yous go to all the social workers at the adoption agency, the staff at the hospital where Violet was born and all the friends who helped get things ready when things happened at a warp speed no one imagined.
And most of all our deepest and heartfelt thanks to the courageous and wonderful birth mother who selected our children to be the forever parents to the child she felt she could not keep. Our hearts are filled to the brim with love and gratitude to her and the most wonderful gift she gave us all.
Today's quote is from Carl Sandburg:
"A baby is God's opinion that life should go on."
HAVE A MOST WONDERFUL WEEKEND, EVERYONE
AND MAY YOU FEEL HALF THE JOY WE DO