Monday morning started with an early wake up call of 4:20. I have been lucky enough to be in the birth room with four of our nine grandchildren and to meet the others in person within minutes or an hour or two. By six, I was sitting in a hospital waiting room filled with anticipation. Grandchild number nine was scheduled to make his or her appearance that morning via c-section.
Our daughter, Miss Priss, and her husband have three children. Two boys ages 6 and 2 and a 4 year old daughter. As in the past, they did not want to know what the fourth child would be so it remained a mystery.
Let me tell you this..hospitals have become very high tech. When Ms. Priss and her husband went in to preregister, I was given a card with a number and was told to watch the tv screen. At first it said that my number was "in the facility." Then it moved on to "in pre-op." Soon the screen flashed, "in OR." And then we waited.
Finally, our son-in-law sent us a text. "It's a redhead!" OK and we waited. And waited. And nothing. Finally I text back, "Is it a boy or a girl" as we had a fifty-fifty chance. Nothing. After a while my son-in-law text back "I'm forbidden to tell." Miss Priss always has to be in control and by that time the entire waiting room was waiting to hear if it was a girl or a boy!
Finally we received a picture of a very chubby baby with full cheeks and red hair but the picture stopped at the chest. Still no clue.
Now the screen finally moved to "in recovery." OK...what is it? After what seemed like an eternity, our daughter and son-in-law face timed us with a precious chubby baby sporting a pink and white hat. It's a girl!
Whitley Tara Jones was born weighing in at 9 pounds 8 ounces and 23 inches long!
Mr. Wonderful was at our daughter's home taking care of the other three children. When I spoke to him after our daughter had FaceTimed with him, in true fashion his first comment was, "Just like her Grammy....red headed and chub chubs." Yes, before the movie "Frozen" came out and I decided to "Let it Go," this Grammy was a redhead from birth. I was called "carrot top" on many occasions as a youth and "freckle faced strawberry." A ginger as some call it. Add to that the freckles that covered my face, arms, legs and any part of my body that saw the sun. Then to make it worse, I was always the chubby kid. Chubby...red headed...freckle faced...adults thought I was cute...kids made me a target. I was teased unmercifully at times for being one of the very few redheads.
Several years ago when I traveled to Mr. Wonderful' homeland of Colombia, people stared at me. I felt so self-conscious and I asked my sister-in-law if they were staring at me because I was a large woman. She explained that it was my red hair, blue eyes and freckles that made me an oddity. Now it will be interesting to see if little Miss Whitley ends up with blue eyes and freckles.
Well, it is like my mom said and I will pass on to Miss Whitley should she develop those brown spots called freckles that may cause her to be teased. "You are a very lucky girl. Those spots are where the angels kissed you before you came down from heaven. You were so loved."
And Ms. Whitley...as you join your eight other cousins, Alex, Jax, Avery, Addy, Ellie, Eli, Miles and Violet (just three weeks younger than you)...you are so loved by your family and this Grammy! Welcome to our world.
Yes...nine is fine but I'm not saying I'm opposed to 10 or more! Ha! This Grammy is blessed again. Yes...nine is fine.