"Please, my granddaughter's in labor, and she's right there in the blue car. I will run over and direct her back here. PLEASE? We need this parking space."
We went inside, and the doctor examined her, monitored her contractions, and said, "I want you to cough like an old woman in a nursing home and bear down. If you leak, we'll take you to labor and delivery. If not, you go home and we'll see you Thursday for scheduled C section; it's probably false labor."
I hugged a very pregnant, very disappointed expectant mama good-bye and returned to my other baby. We would wait until Thursday.
He exited the room.
She flopped her head back, gazed up at her mom, me, and her husband, who lovingly ignored her when she said, "Oh my! He is hah-hah-hah-hot!" Everybody laughed, including the nurses and attendants. She denies it. We should have videotaped her.
Today is her mama's, my baby's 44th birthday. I remember vividly how I walked to the nursery to peek at her in that army hospital in Alaska, and there she was with Frankie Avalon. He was rocking her in the rocking chair and cooing at her.
Okay, so it was actually a medic who looked like the actor, but let me tell you, walking to that nursery got easier and easier :)
Wednesday is MY day with baby Liam and Nana's girl. Can't wait!