We praise the Lord for the safe arrival of Grayson. His delivery was not without drama. I have found a new "Achilles Heel." It is when my children are having children. I evidently quit breathing near the end. When the baby finally arrives, I fall apart and go into the "ugly cry." I am not proud of it, but at least I am willing to own it. I am not who you want in a crisis!
We were expecting Grayson to arrive around 3:00 pm from our "professional" opinion based on Kathryn's progress. When his arrival stalled, well, I cannot even put into words what it is like sitting in the waiting room, casting down vain imginations, and interceding with desperate prayers. I went to pounding on heaven's gate mode. Daws texted us (the new wave of communication between child and grandparents in the waiting room) that the progress had stalled. We went extended periods of time without knowing what was happening (notice how I am suddenly making this all about me!) and my anxiety level went into overdrive. I am generally pretty successful at taking every thought captive, but I must confess, where my children and grandchildren are concerned, I have some genuine issues!
At about 6:30 Craig got a text from Daws and I answered it, expecting it to say nothing had happened. When I saw these words "7 pounds 7 ounces" I jumped up and screamed so loudly...well, let's just say that most of the first floor heard me scream, "He's here!"' I felt the need to explain to everyone how we had been waiting so long and I had been so worried for Kathryn, but I could not muster the energy. The immediate family knew. And God knows. He knows my heart. He had been hearing me pour it out to Him for several hours. He could explain for me if He felt it was necessary, otherwise the angels in heaven rejoiced with me-as did nearly everyone on the first floor-as Grayson slipped (finally) into Kathryn's and Dawson's arms.
Now, if you want to know what my heart looks like when it is outside my chest, look here.....
