Ian

Ian Edward Miller was born at 9:36pm on September 10, 2008. He weighs in at 8 lbs. 3 oz. and is 19 1/4 inches long. Of course he is absolutely beautiful! He and Heather are both doing fine.

My Grandson

He is on his way for sure now. Heather's water has broken and she is 3cm dilated. It could be hours before he gets here, but it is finally happening!! Hooray!! I can hardly wait to meet him. When we first found out Heather was pregnant I was really hoping for a granddaughter. I have more experience with baby girls. But I'm sure that Ian will be a great joy in my life. Stinky little boy!

Baby almost on board

Do you remember those little yellow and black signs from 20 some odd years ago? "Baby on board". Did we secretly hope that the idiots on the road would avoid having a wreck with us? Yes, I was guilty of sporting one of these signs. Our first child was born in 1984. The second came along in 1986. Those signs were easy to find then.



Fast forward to 2008. Most likely before the end of this week we will need to find one of those signs for our grandson. Heather has been miserable for the last 4 days. She went to the doctor today. She has dilated to 2cm. They did a stress test on the baby. He is fine. Her doctor predicts that she will not make it to the end of the week.

Wonder if they sell those signs at the dollar store?

Que sera sera

It seems that the closer it gets to the day that Sarah leaves for England, my mood goes bluer and bluer. I know that this is a dream come true for Sarah. She is so excited about going and all I want to do is cry every time I think about her leaving. Add on the fact that my eldest will be giving birth in less than 4 weeks, I'm almost surprised that I haven't fallen completely apart. The other evening I was talking with my sister on the telephone and did fall apart. Scott has known that I've been feeling sad, but something that my sister said set off the tears. Today I cannot even remember what she said, but I remember my reaction. Crying. Hell, I'm crying now while I write this. These are happy things happening to and for my children. I should be happy, right? I really hope all of this will pass, soon.

Lest I sound like a whiner, in the grand scheme of things, my problems are small and I am grateful for my husband and daughters. I am thankful for my life and my problems.