Another update: Midwife Martine called about an hour ago (interrupting American Idol!) and gave us the results of the blood tests that Greta took yesterday. In brief: Martine says she "won't be sitting up tonight worrying" about Greta. A couple of the tests (platelets and anemia) were slightly outside of "normal", but not enough to seriously worry Martine. The bottom line is that Greta may be starting to get sick, but she's apparently not sick yet. We need the results of the Jug O' Pee Test to be sure ... but hopefully, by that time Seamus will be with us.
Tomorrow, the incomparable NanaBanana will be motoring down from beautiful Milford, Connecticut, to take up residence in our back room. The original plan was for her to drive down when Greta was just starting to labor, but after all the medical stress yesterday, Greta wanted her mommy! ... and Sandy was tired of waiting for that call.
So, Sandy will have the honor of keeping Greta company after Greta drinks the castor oil. I'll be at work, waiting to hear that gastric distress has turned into uterine contractions, upon which I will race home ... and those damn TPR computers can take care of themselves for a while.
Poor Greta, stuck in the poo chamber tomorrow! ... but yay for Seamus!
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Go Sandy! You know, big girl that I am, when it came to going into labor, I, too, really wanted my mommy. It's the strangest thing. You are about to become a mommy yourself and suddenly you really want your own mommy, like, to the point of wanting to climb into her lap (!) and have her pat you and say "there, there, dear, everything's going to be alright."
I wonder if it is nature's way of connecting the generations, or making sure our cubs are well-cared-for, or both...? Hmm.
PS to Sandy and Fran: *I* want to be a grandma when I grow up!!!
PS OK Seamus dude, enough already, c'mon out!
Oops, I forgot to say, if it isn't obvious, the above post is Auntie Teri.
come on baby- get outta there!
You really don't have to share about the results of the castor oil, dear Greta -- but I want to know the minute you can time the contractions, so I can light the Lampatka again. (I lit it tonight for a while, just to hold you in my thoughts for the evening in the candle-glow. Think of that little candle-flame when you are trying to calm yourself -- it will burn for you and Seamus until he lands on earth.
Love, Granny Franny
PS to my Teri: As if you didn't know it, I was there with you, dear Trees, at each birthing. Miles can't keep mothers from their children. But I'm awfully envious of Nanabanana, nonetheless ....
Auntie Teri ~
First of all... how would we NOT know anon was anybody but you! You have that ushy gooshy style about your communicating your mother earth feelings! *You* will be the very best of grandmas!
And I am sure Fran will agree with me here 1000%.
Being a grandma (nana for me) is the single most important role (roll!) in my life at this point.
Well, caster oil. Might I say with all due respect, not being "negatory" here... YUCK!
I did a quart of prune juice right before going into labor with Greta... TMI to commence... run boys!
1 Quart of prune juice and a baby name book... sitting on he toitie... with good results! Then 1/2 hr later... C O N T R A C T I O N S ! began. Gotta love it.
And yes... Mama is on her way to NYC...
I'm on my way my sweet little Greta!
With a U-haul of stuff!
And Granny Franny... you will be right by my side the entire time helping your son birth his son...
egads.. chills... getting all verklempt!
Will keep the blog going when I am able to!
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