It’s a girl

The phone call came at three o’clock this morning… It was time. I rushed up the road in my pajamas and watched as my daughter and son-in-law drove off to the hospital in Stavanger, to bring their third child into the world.

The other two children were still fast a sleep, so I crept into the spare room and tried to go back to sleep too. I tossed and turned with worry (that’s something I can’t control) and at the same time, was positively giddy with joy. Excitement got the best of me and since it was too early to start calling people in Norway, I started texting people in America. There’s always someone to talk too in another time zone…

I think I may have dozed off a little before six and then heard my granddaughter getting up. After explaining where her mom and dad were she climbed into bed with me, but she’s apparently inherited my stress gene and couldn’t stop talking. By six thirty we were downstairs making tea. Her brother got up around seven thirty and took the news in more quiet, typical male fashion.

I figured the best thing for us to do while waiting was to keep busy. We visited a friend for morning tea, went food shopping, then shoe shopping (not for me… for them). The good news actually came while we were in the shoe store (good things always happen in shoe stores). The tiny package in which we’ve all been waiting for had finally arrived. At eleven o’clock in the morning on a beautiful May day in Norway, a healthy baby girl weighing in at 3800 grams, was born.

Visiting hours weren’t before five, so we went home, jumped on the trampoline, searched for bugs, played with the dogs and went crabbing. They unanimously voted on pancakes for dinner and then afterwards, it was our turn to make the one hour drive to the hospital in Stavanger.

My baby looked wonderful basking in her new mommy glow and her baby, although tiny and helpless was able to instantly claim a giant place in my heart. I lifted and drew her close, smelling her new scent and feeling her soft skin against my cheek I whispered a promise to her ear, “You don’t know this yet, but you and I are going to be great friends.”

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 26, 2012, in Family stuff and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 26 Comments.

  1. Aw! What a wonderful grandma you are, Maggie! Pancakes, trampolines, crabbing and new shoes! The two grandchildren pictured are beautiful, and I’m sure that their little sister is as well. Congratulations to your family and welcome to the little sweetheart. ~ Lily

  2. Yay! Congratulations!

  3. annie siersema potter

    oh so happy for the myklebust family! xoxo

  4. It is a beautiful day indeed!

  5. So sweet! And congratulations! I think it makes a big difference having a Grandma there for the older children, because then they don’t feel the loss of attention when their parents need to care for the little one. Win-win!

  6. congratulations to everyone!!!!!

  7. Congratulations! My mom stayed with my daughter a few months ago when we went to the hospital for #2. Thank goodness for wonderful grandmothers!

  8. Thanks, it’s nice to be appreciated!
    And Congratulations to you too…

  9. What wonderful news, congratulations Grandma! 🙂 What a wonderful post, I loved it all. It sounds just like waiting for Santa Claus to arrive! That’s just lovely. Have they decided on a name yet or is that too early?

  10. Annabel 🙂

    Thanks Kate!

  11. Congratulations! I know how special it was meeting my nephew for the first time, I can’t even imagine how wonderful it would be to meet a new granddaughter! Enjoy the time with your new best friend! 😀 This made me tear up a bit at the end.

  12. Whoo hoo! As the mother of three daughters, I am qualified to say they are a joy!

  13. Wonderful news! Aw, babies…grandbabies…such joy. Reading your post reminded me of the births of my two grandchildren (they’re 11 months apart). I’m the Mor-Mor (mother’s mother), and there’s no title that I love more. They’re now 8 1/2 and 7 1/2, and it just keeps getting better!

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