Mimi and Papa

That’s what you can call us, ever since this sweet little bundle gently wriggled her way into our hearts Monday morning, June 27, 2011:

I’m not quite sure what I thought it would feel like to become grandparents for the first time, but the experience has certainly been a joyful one. Kristen and Cooper are temporarily staying with us, so Cooper set up a make-shift nursery in one of the bedrooms, as we anxiously waited for Brooklynne Mackenzie Calhoun to make her arrival. Kristen started getting uncomfortable on Saturday the 25th, but her discomfort was bearable and inconsistent. By Sunday morning, she was ready to go to the hospital, only to be sent back home, as her progress slowed considerably while she was there. But Sunday evening the pains were no longer inconsistent or bearable. It was definitely time for the doctor’s intervention.

Of the memories that are seared in my brain, few are more precious than the moments Mike and I spent in the delivery room, transitioning through each phase of labor until our sweet gift from heaven arrived. I know that it’s quite common these days to have family members surround the birthing mother with love and encouragement through the process, but I wanted our kids to be able to enjoy the sacredness of that time together and alone. So when we received word that she had made significant progress, Mike and the kids and I headed to the hospital waiting room and waited…and waited…and waited. Through the miracle of technology, we were texting back and forth and learned that her significant progress stalled, and the nurses kept her comfortable until the doctor arrived in the morning; which meant that I spent my first-ever night in a hospital waiting room, just like in the movies and on tv. They may need to do a better job portraying just how incredibly uncomfortable those chairs are!

After the doctor made some adjustments to the procedure, at 9:16 a.m., sweet Brooklynne made her appearance.

No doubt, she’ll forever be clueless as to the life-altering impact she had on her parents and her grandparents. I figure God has to make that first grandchild on both sides really special in order to handle the magnitude of the effect they’ll have on their new families. I know for myself, in the moments that we waited for her to be polished and ready for visitors, the thought occurred to me that life as Mike and I once knew it, would never be the same. As a mom, I can get all caught up in the scents and outfits and hair bows and schedule of a newborn. But just as he did when we had children of our own, Mike is focused on providing for the child ~ not financially or physically in this case, but he is determined to help Kristen and Cooper be all that God would have them be as Brooklynne’s parents.

So, as Mimi and Papa, we see our responsibility as a commitment to overseeing the spiritual growth and development of the parents and the marriage of each and every grandchild that comes into this family. That’s the greatest gift we can give to all of our grandchildren; that, along with lots of hugs and squeezes and sleepovers and popsicles.

Enjoy a few more photos of Brooklynne, courtesy of Jill’s amazing photographic talents:

 

 

 

 

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  1. Marilyn says:

    Congratulations Mimi and Papa! Enjoy that sweet blessing from God.

  2. Tammie says:

    Congrats Mimi and Papa! What a cutie pie! Enjoy God’s gift

  3. J. C. says:

    Cute, cute,cute!!! So happy for all of you!

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