We have a son.
His birth day was January 8, 2009.
As of today, he is three weeks and two days old.
He weighed 6 lbs and 6 oz at one week, and was 18.8 inches long.
And yes, he's absolutely adorable.
It was Thursday, and after a quiet morning, I was headed to the other side of town to visit with my grandparents at the nursing home. I'd been there around an hour when the phone rang. I tend to ignore most phone calls when I'm with them, but I checked it anyway.
A friend. I'd call her back.
We continue to visit and the phone rings again.
I see that it is Julie from All God's Children.
I know what's coming.
me: Hi Julie...
J: Hi Nell Ann. How are you today?
me: Good, I'm visiting with my family. How are you today?
J: Oh, I'm good. Do you have a few minutes to talk?
me: Of course I do! (And I immediately start looking for a pen and paper.)
J: Well, good because there is a little boy that I wanted to talk with you about.
Commence the tears.
I'm sitting very close to my grandmother's bed and whisper, "It's a boy - I have a son."
She smiles, and I can see the joy in her face as she shares this precious moment with me. I write down everything Julie says -- on the only paper I can find -- the Moving Up (used car) section of the Houston Chronicle. She pats my hand and shoulder as she smiles. My grandfather, who had been sitting on the other side of the room, looks up and realizes I am crying. "What's wrong", he asks, "What's the matter? Why is she crying?" He's kinda deaf and doesn't pay attention sometimes, so he had no clue what was happening. I hang up the phone and try to hold back the tears. (I then called Justin, but will save that for another post.)
I am convinced that I would have squealed and jumped up and down had I been anywhere else when I got the call, but this story is great. I told them all about my son, and that Julie would be sending pictures soon. Justin and I had planned to invite our families over for a big unveiling, but I knew my grandmother couldn't be there, so I waited for the email. Then, I very carefully opened it on my phone, and scrolled to the bottom of the text, showing my grandfather how to do it. I sat down in the corner of the room and watched their faces as my grandmother and grandfather looked through the pictures of their great-grandson. It was such a precious and sweet moment for me; to know that they could see him and already start to love him even if I couldn't yet.
There's a lot more to tell about that day -- we're only at like 3:30 pm and the story goes until midnight. I'll post that later because I'm out of time for tonight. Enjoy this and more will come!!!