I am a sucker for babies. This is just the reality of life now, but it hasnt always been this way. I can remember when I found out I was pregnant with my daughter being scared to death. Babies always cried around me (true story). Was my own child going to cry 24/7?
As people say, and is true, things change when you have your own. Then by the time grandkids come along, give it up!
This is where I am now. A grandmother. I turn to complete mush around babies and small children. And, in turn, often puppies and kittens and other cute things.
A dear friend and co-worker of mine had a baby yesterday. Much to everyones dismay, he wasnt breathing well on his own and had to be air lifted to Jackson. Things are touch and go today. 50/50 chance the doctors say.
Baby Ethan was born at 36 weeks, same as my grandson Lane. And although Ethan was almost twice Lane's birth weight, he is the one who is having all of the problems. Isn't life a very strange thing?
I want to cry for Ethan's parents. I cannot imagine the pain and worry for them at this time. I am trying to stay in prayer and can hardly wait to get home and hug and kiss our Lane.
