Patience
I’m sitting in the hospital waiting room right now while my oldest is in the birthing center soon to welcome our first granddaughter. It’s been just over 14 years since the last time I waited in a birthing center, and the hour and half it took for my 14 year old to enter this world at that time isn’t quite comparable to the over 10 hours thus far for our soon-to-announce-herself granddaughter! And judging by the contractions and the resistance, it may be quite a while for this celebration to begin.
I poke fun at my 14 year old by accusing her of spending too little time in the birth canal and thus not having a significant enough amount of pressure on her head for a significant enough amount of time to shape her personality properly – thus her annoyingly bouncy behavior! My daughter’s soon to arrive child appears to be just the opposite – instead of being anxious and diving through the canal in no time flat, she’s grabbing on to the ribs or anything else she can latch on to and wanting to stay comfortably cushioned inside her mother! I get the sense that my daughter and the staff here are now anxious to encourage the grand entrance, so I’m sure that my granddaughter will soon sense that it may be more comfortable outside than inside and thus begin that red carpet march to her grand arrival!
I look forward to bragging as any grandfather would in the very near future!Â