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 So...There I was.....* pondering my afternoon schedule last Wednesday.  I hear the table calling my name, "juvat, I need my legs attached, please help." However, my Pastrami and Muenster on Wheat with leftover Potato Salad lunch was weighing heavily (literally)  on the situation, enticing me to join the dogs for a post-prandial nap.

"juvat, You're getting sleepy, very sleepy..."

Fortunately, before Morpheus can completely wrap his arms around me, I hear Mrs. J answer her phone. 

"Hi Honey, what's up?" 

Pause.

 "OK, Have SIL keep us informed."

Shortly thereafter, she informs me, "MBD's OB says her amniotic fluid is low and they're going to induce."

I ask her to explain that in Fighter Pilot English, which she does.

"You're going to be a Grandpa very soon."

Ahhh, Now that I can understand.

But there's no real rush to go to C-Stat as we can't be anywhere but the waiting room until after GC#1's arrival and even then not until she's back in her hospital room with her Mom.  

So we prep bags and such for the following morning.

Hit the rack at the normal time and at 1:25 AM, I hear Mrs. J wake up, fuss around a bit, then go back to sleep. The following morning, we alert the supporting forces (My Sister who will feed the animals) and head to C-Stat.  En Route, the cell phones ding and Mrs. J shows me this.

Picture was taken by SIL after Mom and Daughter arrive back in their room.

With our experience birthing our two kids of 24 hour plus of labor, we weren't expecting the arrival for a bit.  MBD's labor commenced at about 9 PM and GC#1 (henceforth known as MG, which stands for either her initials or My Granddaughter whichever suits your fancy) arrived at 1:26 AM.

Due to Hospital Rules, only one visitor, in addition to the father, was allowed in the hospital room at a time, the other must remain in the waiting room.  This is ostensibly to minimize the risk of Covid.

 Makes sense to me. 

Not. 

Rather than be in a room where you know everyone, one must wait in a room where you know no one else, but they're all at a hospital for some reason.  Oh, and you don't have to wear a mask when you're in the patient's room.  Mrs. J went first, I elected to wait in the car until called.

Yes, Beans, I wore my mask when I was supposed to and didn't squawk about it much,  Sick people and such. Just didn't want to rely solely on the Mask, despite Fauci's blind faith in its protective infallibility, to keep my hospitalized family safe.

But finally, Mrs. J called and said it was my turn.

For those who want to know the particulars.

Born 1:26 AM 10/28/21

Weight:7 lb 5 oz.

Length: 20 1/4"

I don't think the Time of Birth and Mrs. J's awakening are unrelated.  I think the three ladies in my life have a telekinetic link. I know MBD and Mrs. J use it all the time to keep me in the dark.  I'm sure they're reading MG in on the process.

Anyhow, Mrs. J is spending the first part of this week transferring her motherly wisdom to the new mother and generally assisting by keeping the household running, until MBD is back on her feet.  When summoned, I shall make the trip to C-Stat and pick her up.  

And undoubtedly, hold my granddaughter for a while...a long while.

Peace out, Y'all.  We're winning.

How do I know?

I'm seeing more things like this daily. "Let's go, Brandon" indeed.

For those of you who understand the significance, this is the corner by the Bastrop Buc-ees.

*What’s the difference between a fairy tale and a war story?  A fairy tale starts with “Once upon a time” and a war story starts with “So there I was” (For those who've forgotten the difference...you know who you are!)