By Jeana Lee Tahnk
All of my pregnancies and birth experiences hold such happy
memories for me. But my most vivid memories are of my first (nearly a
decade later), due most likely to the fact that every experience was
brand new - getting that belly bump, feeling the baby kick, the
ultrasounds. Not to mention the fact that this was my parents' first
grandchild, which made each milestone that much more celebrated.
For my parents, that celebration also included incessant worrying.
Which meant daily phone calls to me "checking in" - making sure I was
eating well, resting enough and taking care of myself. I understood
where they were coming from and thought it was cute. I know I'll be the
same way when/if my kids have kids.
We were living a few states away from my parents at the time and,
because we didn't have the technology we have now, our correspondence
occurred primarily over the phone. As I got closer to my due date, we
started to talk about when they'd visit. We all decided they would come
meet their grandchild after my husband returned to work - it would give
my husband and me the time to bond with the baby, and it would also be
of great help when my husband's paternity leave was over.
There was part of me that was sad they wouldn't be there until two
weeks after the birth, but I didn't want them making the long drive back
and forth several times.
After our son was born, our first call was to my parents to let
them know they had a grandson. I will never forget talking to my parents
from that hospital bed, hearing them crying on the other end of the
phone with such joy and emotion at becoming grandparents for the very
We didn't have the luxury of instant photos, FaceTime or Skype
back then, so I described over the phone his every gorgeous feature, his
full head of black hair, his perfect little fingers and how serene he
was. My parents hung onto my every word and were beyond ecstatic to meet
The next day, sitting in my hospital bed, there was a knock at the
door. Expecting it to be one of the nurses, you can imagine my surprise
when the door opened and there were my parents, who had woken up at the
crack of dawn to make the five-hour drive down to see us. In between
tears, my mom said, "How could I not come see you and meet our first
grandchild?" It's a moment I will never forget.
So even though my parents weren't there right after the birth,
that surprise visit meant even more. And I wouldn't have wanted it any
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