I have not yet met my Grand daughter and I’ve already offended her. I’ve been spelling her name wrong. How awful is that? I’ll be drummed out of the Gramma business before I’ve even begun. My son had sent out text announcements. Well, I never got one because texts are blocked from my phone due to my technology phobia. So I just assumed her first name was spelled the most common way. Uncommon baby that she is, however, her first name is ARIELLE, not Ariel. So sorry, Sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you, Grandpa and I will get you a castle or something.
This entry was put off because I was waiting to come down from cloud nine, so to speak. Apparently that’s not happening any time soon, so here I am. Arielle’s arrival was dramatic, as befits our little Diva. Mom went into labor on her own the early morning of the 1st of June. No induction necessary, so we were delighted. With our son by her side, Allison labored for almost 24 hours. Then the little one’s heart rate became erratic and she was obviously in distress. An emergency C-section was performed, during which she aspirated fluid into her lungs. Her slight bluish tinge darkened, and she was whisked away.
Tim wanted to be with Allison while she was being surgically put back together, but he needed to know what was happening with their daughter. A respiratory specialist was called in by the pediatrician, and Arielle’s lungs were drained of most of the fluid. She was hooked up to IV antibiotics, oxygen and a heart monitor. Fortunately, Allison’s Mom was there at the hospital to give comfort and assistance. Both the new Mom and Dad handled the crisis well, and did what needed to be done. But they must have been terrified. All of this meant that it was hours before Allison got to hold her baby, which in itself is traumatic. Tim spent time sprinting from room to room to be sure that both his girls getting what they needed, and an exhausting time was had by all.
The new family left the hospital yesterday afternoon and are nesting and resting after three days of rollercoaster emotions. We are more grateful than I can express that Arielle is doing well and should face no repercussions from her dramatic entry into the world. From her photos we can tell that she is pink and white and gorgeous and my arms are just itching to hold her. I’m leaving Tuesday and counting the minutes. Grandpa will be two days behind me and is prepared to do some heavy duty doting. Have to run now and work more on developing Grandmotherly wisdom. Or at least perfect the ability to fake it…..
