Baby boom, year 2
Today is my father's birthday.
Last year, you may recall, my cousin had her daughter on that day. This year, around January or February, I got an email from my aunt in California saying, hey, your cousin got married today, and, oh, by the way, she's pregnant and due in early July. I went, heh, wouldn't it be funny if her baby came a little early and was born on dad's birthday?
Guess who had a C-section this morning.
My dad actually called me at work to let me know. I wasn't sure why he was calling, but I did tell him happy birthday, since it was the first I'd talked to him today. My aunt actually let him know at least two weeks ago, maybe even a month ago, that the C-section was going to happen, but she asked him not to say anything because anything could happen, you know? So, it did, and we have a little Marie Grace on the west coast, and I'm sure my aunt will email all the details to us in the next few days. She's been a proud grandma to several dogs over the years; I wonder what she'll be like with an actual child. This could be fun. :)
Meanwhile, dad otherwise had a decent birthday. He got a funny card from mom, plus money, and his sister (the new grandma) also sent him a card. I got him a card and a t-shirt, and he said he'd actually been looking at that one at Target, so thankfully he didn't buy it for himself. We got Portillo's, I made brownies, and he's currently on the phone with my grandfather, who surely sang him his birthday song, so he's doing okay. Except now he has to share his birthday with *two* grandnieces.
Last year, you may recall, my cousin had her daughter on that day. This year, around January or February, I got an email from my aunt in California saying, hey, your cousin got married today, and, oh, by the way, she's pregnant and due in early July. I went, heh, wouldn't it be funny if her baby came a little early and was born on dad's birthday?
Guess who had a C-section this morning.
My dad actually called me at work to let me know. I wasn't sure why he was calling, but I did tell him happy birthday, since it was the first I'd talked to him today. My aunt actually let him know at least two weeks ago, maybe even a month ago, that the C-section was going to happen, but she asked him not to say anything because anything could happen, you know? So, it did, and we have a little Marie Grace on the west coast, and I'm sure my aunt will email all the details to us in the next few days. She's been a proud grandma to several dogs over the years; I wonder what she'll be like with an actual child. This could be fun. :)
Meanwhile, dad otherwise had a decent birthday. He got a funny card from mom, plus money, and his sister (the new grandma) also sent him a card. I got him a card and a t-shirt, and he said he'd actually been looking at that one at Target, so thankfully he didn't buy it for himself. We got Portillo's, I made brownies, and he's currently on the phone with my grandfather, who surely sang him his birthday song, so he's doing okay. Except now he has to share his birthday with *two* grandnieces.