This is my new grandbaby. She came into this world on Friday, September 25, 2009 at 3:30 p.m. and weighed 6lbs 14oz and measured 20 inches long. After 7 hours and 45 minutes of labor and 45 minutes of good solid pushing...she's precious and beautiful and tiny and perfect. Look at that beautiful face...that thick black hair. And those REALLY LONG fingers. Yeah, she'll play the piano.Rachigga was amazing (yeah, you read that right). She held up through labor and delivery like a pro. I am so incredibly proud of her. My last baby had her first baby. Remarkable.
Now, I need a name for this little bundle of preciousness. Let's see...I have Z-man and Flower...Beautiful...Bright Eyes and New York...this little joy is such a tiny little...peanut. My little peanut.
I feel like I need to be writing something...profound here. And this is what I have: when I look at her, I am in awe. Like I have been waiting for her for such a long time. I love all my grandbabies. All of them. They are all unique and precious to me. They all hold some special something within me. And this little Peanut is no different. And yet, she is. Oh, maybe they ALL are. Maybe because it's my last child experiencing a final first in life...there are no more "firsts"...at least not for a long time. Rachigga's pregnancy...her labor...her delivery...the first time she nursed...I am flooded with my own memories of those "firsts" in my own life. Somehow, I miss it. I wonder how in the world did I come to this point in my life? How did I "survive"?
Words for another day...for now...I cherish each and every waking and sleeping moment I spend with Peanut; because soon I will get to hear the word that tugs at my heart whenever any of those babies say it..."Oma".
