Ready to deliver



Some of you may remember from my last post that my daughter is expecting her third child. What you didn’t know is, she’s expecting this week! Her official due date is Saturday (26/05). The hospital is a good hour drive from where we live and since I’ll be watching her other two children, I have to be ready on a moments notice. There is of course always the possibility she’ll go over her due date, but she says, “NO!” She feels fat, fed up and wants the baby out.

Most women feel this way towards the end of their pregnancies, some even from day one. I suppose its natures way of getting us prepared for the task at hand… Birth. Lets face it, if we were perfectly content being pregnant, how would we ever be able to face labor?

I loved being pregnant. From the early inner secret to the growing anticipation of birth, I basked in contentment. Never feeling lonely and always reminded by the stirring within that I carried the future. A women’s belly swollen in its final stage of pregnancy gives an aura of magic, for soon there will be a newborn baby in her arms. With my maternal torch passed on to my daughters I have surprisingly found that a grandmother’s love in every way rivals mothers’.

Whenever my granddaughter from America comes to visit we read Charlotte’s Web, which is one of my favorites. She’ll climb on to my lap, rest her head against my chest and I’ll hold the book so we both can see – her the pictures me the words. I read aloud and with the top of her head right under my nose, the sweet smell of her hair reminds me of her mother, all nestled in my lap reading Charlotte’s Web a long time ago.

Life is always a rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch.                   -E. B. White, Charlotte’s Web





About maggiemyklebust

I grew up on the Jersey Shore and now live in Norway. I have also lived in Houston and the Netherlands. I have written a memoir called Fly Away Home.

Posted on May 20, 2012, in Family stuff, girly talk and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 16 Comments.

  1. Oh, Maggie, what a lovely piece of writing!

  2. This makes me really appreciate women, but in so many ways I am happy not to be one. If men had to give birth the species would have died out long ago. Truth is I’m a pretty soft touch, just don’t tell anyone. I would think grandmothering is a pretty enjoyable task by your description. Congratulations to you and your daughter!

  3. Congratulations (almost) Grandma! Charlotte’s Web was my first literary love. That and Stuart Little.

  4. I just loved reading this post this morning – what a fabulous quotation as well! What an exciting time for you, hope all goes well and can’t wait to see the photos/read the news! 🙂

  5. annie siersema potter

    i remember you pregnant with missy at my daughter kelly’s 4th birthday party! how time flies! i wish you both the best! love from jersey! xoxo

  6. I love this story. The best part (and the worst part) is when Charlotte simply crawls away to die. I say “simply,” because that is how life ends, and for Charlotte that is ok – a simple fact of life. And of course there is the next generation that takes over. Congratulations on your next generation!

  7. a lovely post, I love the image of you reading to your granddaughter 🙂

    I was one of those women who pregnancy didn’t much agree with, but I’m glad I went through it, I can’t imagine life without my kids.

    Congratulations on grand baby # 2 🙂

    • Thank you!

      I did have one tough pregnancy (morning sickness for nine months) but it was quickly forgotten after delivering my first son. You are so right, I couldn’t imagine a world without my children… Who would help us with our grammar?
      I actually have four grandchildren, two in Norway, two in America and of course one on the way 🙂 Aren’t I lucky?

  8. Both of my pregnancies were easy, other than the typical morning sickness for a few weeks. My kids were born without much fuss and grew up in a hurry. How exciting for you to be a grandma now!

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