I’m a Noni!
On Thursday, September 17, 2015 at 9:50am I became a grandmother. I’m not even going to attempt to write about what that feels like. I can use a list of adjectives such as incredible, wonderful, and amazing, but none of these words come close. For the women reading this who are grandmothers themselves, then you probably get it. But for me there was the added element of wondering if the chemotherapy treatment my son received as a young adult would have an impact on his fertility. From the time he was 20, until just this year, his sperm was stored at California Cryobank for a whopping total of $7,200. He banked it prior to treatment just in case. It turns out he could have had the specimen discarded a long time ago, but until there was a viable pregnancy the traditional way, it’s best to keep those swimmers on ice.
I spent a week in Oregon with Jarrod and Amanda for the birth of the baby and tried to make myself as useful as possible. It was a very special time. Watching my son and daughter-in-law in the role of parents to their newborn was very gratifying. I wanted to hold the baby the entire time, but instead I took cues from them. I was there if they needed me to tend to him, but mostly I wanted to be sure there were meals made, the laundry was done, and the dog was walked, so they could focus on bonding with their baby. Amanda and I fell into a little routine where I would take the baby after the 4-5am feeding so she could get a couple hours of sleep. It was my favorite time.
I wish I could have stayed longer, but I was also torn. They were willing to have me, but I couldn’t take too much time off of work and I also worried about leaving Mike, the boys, and the cat for too long. Not that they couldn’t manage without me, but with Mike’s work schedule it falls to me to get the boys ready and off to school two and a half days a week. I reluctantly left my grandson in the capable arms of his parents and anxiously made my way back home. I mean anxious in the way that I missed those guys I left behind in California.
Mike managed. We only talked on the phone twice, but were texting often. This was me texting Mike right about the moment the baby was born! Obviously Mike was just waiting to say this.
Here was the first morning he was on kid duty without me. Yes, that was smugness on my part.
Later that night he found company. Sidenote: We are shopping for new couch.
I worried about Maeby, my cat.
The day before I came home.
And finally, this was the sky that greeted me the final hour on my way home.