When is the last time you felt like singing “Oh Happy Day” after worrisome news turned out good? Today is a happy day for this Grummy. I’m now Grummy to two little granddaughters. The new darling baby girl was born at 2:50 pm. on 6-15-15. Just wait until her big sis meets “her” baby. Yes, big sis has already declared that the baby is not Mommy’s baby. She said, “My baby!”
Baby’s mommy, my baby (she’ll always be) went to the hospital the other night, not in labor but with a blood clot. I’ve fought off the worries with prayers and requests for prayer. Determined I would trust God, who reassured me in my talks with Him, I continued in prayer and thanked Him for taking care of my daughter and her newborn.
Blood clots, a change of diet, limited vitamin K – I’ve become familiar with those terms. My husband and mother had blood clots. DVT, deep vein thrombosis, wasn’t what I was expecting to hear about from my daughter who was in her 39th week of pregnancy.
The good news is that mommy and baby are okay and that I will soon get to do what this grummy does best – go help out, cook for their family, read books to “big sis” and spoil all of them.