It’s been a long first day of life for my newest granddaughter, Avery Ann. It began at 6:36 a.m., with first breaths and cries. And as I lay myself down to sleep, I pray that God blesses Avery Ann with a long life filled with many such days as this first one.
Weighing in at eight pounds and twelve ounces, Avery is not so small for a newborn; but smaller than some of the nurses were thinking, since we heard a few “nine-pound-somethings” bandied across the birthing bed. Really now. Was that necessary? That’s my granddaughter you’re talking about.
I’m wondering if Avery is as tired as I am? Oh, surely she is. Trumped only by my youngest daughter, her mother, who gets today’s top prize for being “all-tuckered-out.” But in spite of it all, now that late night rushing to the hospital and labor are behind them, mother and child are doing well, getting to know one another, both lucky to be receiving expert and loving care from my oldest daughter, who just happens to be an excellent OBY-GN nurse. One of today’s many gifts was bearing witness to the love between my two daughters, as I watched my oldest, Kate comfort the younger, Kara. Not once, mind you. But over and over. Kate is “on duty” these first forty-eight hours — in an unofficial capacity — and even though I know it’s hard work, she makes it all look easy.
Avery spent the day getting to know many members of her very large family. Of course, she was cuddled by both parents, many, many times. But also by two aunts, two uncles and six very proud grandparents. But some of the sweetest love she got today was surely from big sister Reese Caroline, wouldn’t you agree?
I didn’t catch the two young sisters first meet and greet. Instead, I was at home in my kitchen, baking up a double batch of ginger cookies as well as a batch of pumpkin muffins for my girls and whoever dropped by. But I am grateful that I was there to observe their second encounter. Reese is so gentle with Avery. She sits so very still. And she cannot take her eyes from Avery. I wish love could always and everywhere be expressed as sweet as this.
Love is such a holy, mysterious thing. It is borne and born and as much miracle as birth itself. Why it is expressed in all that we are and do for one another…even when our love feels like nothing but awkward first baby steps. By way of example, look no further then this posting by a very tired grandmother, who shouldn’t have even attempted to write these words, but fumbled and tripped across them anyway.
So, happy birthday, Avery Ann. As your family birthday song goes, I hope you live to be a hundred. And then a hundred more…
So glad you posted tonight, baby Avery looks happy and healthy, Reese looks elated with her baby sister. What a sweet perfect family. Aren’t we lucky to have been given the gift of grandchildren and the miracle of the love they give us and we eagerly return. Congratulations Nana Janell!
Thank you, Judy. And yes, we are lucky. So very, very.
I was so tired last night writing this, that I didn’t even want to read it in the light of this new day. Grateful it wasn’t as bad as I feared. Nothing a few edits, nips and tucks couldn’t fix… anyway.
Rocket rolls are raising. Soon I’ll be mixing up ham salad and chicken salad and taking it all up for the older sisters to feast upon. As I write this line, it makes me wonder whether I’m more like Mother than I’ve ever realized… in that my best expressions of love come out of my kitchen.
While the girls munch on my love offering, I plan to hold the one Kara delivered to the world yesterday morning.
Have a good day. Love you.
Well, look at this! Congratulations, and best wishes to all. The photo of Reese and Avery is wonderful. I’m so glad you shared it with us.
I was glad to see a post for another reason. I’ve been wanting to tell you that I made it down to Surfside to The Purple Cow and met Miss Kitty. Honestly – that woman is a wonder. The only thing wrong with the day was that I was so taken with the purple “everything” and the crowd in the place that I forgot to tell them “hold the mustard and pickles”. Ah, well. It’s good to be reminded why we make certain choices in life! No more mustard for me for a while!
About those photos, I should have given credit, where it was due and now overdue. They were “pass-alongs,” taken by oldest daughter, Kate and shared with me… while I was a few miles away in my kitchen. Thank for reminding me of the need.
I took my own photos of the second meet and greet between Avery and Reese but was too tired to upload them last night. What I described between these young sisters was what I lucky enough to observe first-hand: Tender but sturdy.
Glad you finally got a taste of Kitty’s burgers — even with mustard. I do miss living near that place… but not enough to move away from home again. Especially with grandchildren and children all living nearby. 🙂
Perhaps you’ll write of your Purple Cow experience… I’d be interested to read your take on Miss Kitty.
Congrats! It’ll be lots of fun for both sisters! You must be one proud grandma. 😉
Thank you, Arti. Proud I am. Relieved, too, if I’m being honest.
Hey, I haven’t made time for Streetcar viewing… nor taking another look at Blue Jasmine. Hopefully, they’ll keep on the back burner for a while. 🙂
You have lots on your plate… with a new granddaughter. Lots of excitement there. I just came back from Toronto Int. Film Festival… I’m sure the highlight for my 2013 year. Just written my review of a most innovative film(s). 😉
There are so many good films out right now, Arti.. at least it seems to me… but I’ll sit before them sooner or later, I imagine. As you can imagine, as maternal grandmother, I’ve been privy to many delightful one-act shows, too, centered around these two young sisters. But I’m know TIFF was special, too … I’ll look forward to reading about your experience.
Aren’t you glad the scent of autumn is in the air?
Congratulations! Look at that head of hair! Another “loved” grandchild in the West family….and it won’t be long until she is eating her grandmother’s yummy cookies!!!!
We cannot believe the head of hair on this child! Though Avery’s reminds me of Kara’s newborn locks. Funny thing about those were that within three months, I recall all of Kara’s black hair falling out…to make room for a crop of blonde hair. Will be interesting to see whether Avery takes after her mom… especially since sister Reese is a blonde.
We’re suppose to get a taste of Autumn this weekend… high of seventy-something, I think. Doesn’t that sound nice? Hope you’ll get some, too. Don’t know about you… but cooler weather puts me more in a baking mood. Which can be good… or bad… depending upon whether one is counting calories.
Congratulations, dear Nana! So happy to see the pictures of those beautiful girls. And how special for older sister Kate to be able to take care of Kara….I know that warms your heart to see your children taking care of each other. Missing you – wish we could walk and talk all about it. And don’t tell me about that cooler weather…..you northern girls know how cool it is down here. 🙂
Thank you, Wynona. We are floating about on baby love — there’s just nothing like the smell and softness and cute sounds of a new baby.
I’ve been over at Kara’s quite a bit since she came home from the hospital yesterday — trying to manage household duties like cooking, laundry, etc… and help where I can with Kara or the baby and Reese. How this time brings back memories… me helping Kara with Reese, me helping Kate with Karson and Jackson… and my mother coming from Texas to help me with Kate. I suppose it’s a tradition in our family… perhaps it will extend into the future with my girls and their’s when their own grandchildren arrive. I hope so.
Yes, we’d have a lot to talk amount during walks if we could right now — weddings and babys… and just everyday life. Love you,