March 12, 2010 at 3:58 AM, Izic graced this world with his presence. He weighed 6 pounds 13 ounces and was perfect (except for the temporary cone head). He is the spitting image of his father.
Here is how the night went.
She had called me at 1:30am the night before and I convinced her she was not in labor. The next day, still uncomfortable, the doctor told her to go the the hospital. She stopped and ate a burrito first. (she has eaten a taco or burrito everyday of this pregnancy, so much so we teased her the boy would come out asking for the Carne asada titty). She was examined and found to be at 4 cn. At 6:00 pm they did the epidural as her labor was back labor and very painful. We (the grandparents) waited in the lobby, taking turns visiting the room.
At 8:30 we decided to go eat. The nurses were pretty sure that the labor was going to be long, so we left the hospital and went to dinner. We didn't share this fact with the laboring mother as she was hungry and would have killed us. It was Thursday night in SLO, so Farmers Market was raging. We stopped and picked up my wine shipment from my wine store, where our friend wished us luck and then ate at big Sky Cafe. Hummus and buttermilk chicken, with a bottle of Clairvoyant wine, which was poignant and rellavant. Relaxed and full, we returned to the hospital.
She was still having a hard time and the vigil in the lobby continued. At 2:00 AM, she started pushing. Izic was born at 3:58 PM. The grandparents joined the new parents and we passed him around like a hot potato. He was healthy and my daughters first comment was "That wasn't so bad, Dad get me a Snickers bar!" She is going to be a wonderful mother. She was strong, resilient and set on having a healthy baby. There is no stopping this Mama!
While I waited, I prayed and worried for the safety of my daughter. She is my baby and even though the promise of grand child is over whelming, I feared for my child. I prayed a lot, spent time in the chapel, raided nurses stations for ice water and coffee and slept on plastic couches (with plastic cushions as a pillow when my purse became to hard.) I even had time to fill out a ridiculous survey of the "Best Of" which I have tried for many years but couldn't find the time to answer 83 questions. I had time and nervous energy, so when the restaurant wins "Best of" they can thank Izic.
Words can't express the feeling of holding your grand baby for the first time. It is like God had handed me an angel, that would fill my life with joy forever. He is a miracle. His mother is a saint. I am in awe. I am honored that they are willing to share him with me. I will not disappoint and will love completely and absolutely. I am mush.
We drove home delirious and happy at 5:30 am watching the crescent moon set as the sun rose. It was a magic day, a day that will change my life forever, for the good.
At home, I was greeted by the giant Malamute puppy who was full of energy and ready to play. 6 laps around the school calmed him down enough to let us sleep. This is their puppy and we are just watching him until they get settled.
No sleep came, and I raced back to the hospital when I was called by my daughter who ordered me to buy slippers no matter how stupid they were. Izic's head had started to round out and all were happy. Momma was chewing on local ribs and deep fried artichoke hearts. She is working on the nursing, as Izic is pretty tired from the labor and falls asleep at the breast.
I am over the moon excited and happy for this new chapter in my life. Nana is happy!
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