The Day
Yup, my bags are packed and I'm ready to go. This is, you understand, The Day that, according to gestation statistics, I should become a grandfather. I'm just waiting to hear from Wawa that B3B Balow is starting to make his grand appearance before I start my mountains-to-sea journey to Baltimore. I spoke with her on Saturday and she was cleaning the house and that, of course, means his arrival is eminent.
The CFO will, naturally, be going also. In addition to see our new grandson, she has some experience in the birthing of babies and can actually be useful to Wa and Ed in their first few days of parenthood. As for me, the plan is that I'll stay on as a kind of "dry nurse" until the new family decides they are ready to go it on their own.
When Laura was born, the CFO's mother was with us those first few days and I'll never forget the Friday when she announced that she was going home. Panic! But, she soon said that she would be back on Monday. What a relief! I mean you have this new baby thingy and it didn't exactly come with an Owner's Manual. With a new cell phone you get a book 100 pages long but with a new baby, zilch. Not even a one-page "Getting Started" sheet.
When my sister and I were born in the late 1940's it was common for a woman -- usually a spinster from the neighborhood -- to come live with the mother and new child for a few weeks. In fact, the lady who stayed with us earned her living doing just that.
Is that the phone I hear ringing?
The CFO will, naturally, be going also. In addition to see our new grandson, she has some experience in the birthing of babies and can actually be useful to Wa and Ed in their first few days of parenthood. As for me, the plan is that I'll stay on as a kind of "dry nurse" until the new family decides they are ready to go it on their own.
When Laura was born, the CFO's mother was with us those first few days and I'll never forget the Friday when she announced that she was going home. Panic! But, she soon said that she would be back on Monday. What a relief! I mean you have this new baby thingy and it didn't exactly come with an Owner's Manual. With a new cell phone you get a book 100 pages long but with a new baby, zilch. Not even a one-page "Getting Started" sheet.
When my sister and I were born in the late 1940's it was common for a woman -- usually a spinster from the neighborhood -- to come live with the mother and new child for a few weeks. In fact, the lady who stayed with us earned her living doing just that.
Is that the phone I hear ringing?
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