Yes, I have a new grandson. He's beautiful!
You'll have to take my word for it because the only picture I have was taken on a cell phone camera and doesn't begin to do him justice. Don't worry; pictures will come.
His C-Section delivery had plusses and minuses. On the plus side, he and his mom were able to avoid the stresses of his being squeezed down the birth canal. For him, that means he's not misshapen as can sometimes happen. For Christina it meant freedom from the trauma of labor.
On the minus side, his lungs retained some of the fluid normally squeezed out by that trip down the canal, so he had to be given supplemental oxygen for the first few days. For Mom it meant abdominal surgery and the ensuing pain, limited motion, drug side effects, and the fact that she couldn't hold him or feed him for the first few days while he was on oxygen.
Derspite all that, mother and son are both doing fine now. Mom is home, and son Trevor will be going home tomorrow after one final check to make sure everything is as perfect as it seems to be.
I could get all mushy and emotional about the miracle of birth and new life, but I won't. Those emotions are best understood if they are experienced. To hear about them from someone else's experience just doesn't have the same effect .
We're getting frequent telephone updates about each development as it happens: the first feeding, the first crying, the first night the new parents were able to keep their baby with them in their room all night long. One thing for sure, Trevor will grow up knowing love.
That's comforting to know, but it makes me ache for all the babies that grow up NOT knowing it. But I can't solve that problem, so I'll focus on my own family and enjoy the love that's there.