It is darn tough to have a baby when you are in your sixties, but our pregnancy will be over tomorrow when our little guy finally makes his appearance. My brother and sister-in-law have been even more pregnant than we have been, and since they are older than we are, it’s been even harder on them. Morning sickness, visits to the obstetrician and other doctors, shopping for maternity clothes, buying all that baby paraphernalia after all these years has been difficult for them, troopers though they are.
My brother’s daughter and son-in-law are the actual parents, but my sister-in-law has been the one, for the most part, who has been taking our niece to her doctor’s appointments while our nephew is in law school two hours away from them. Sometimes my brother has had to pitch in. My husband and I have heard the updates after every appointment. We’ve seen my neice’s timeline pictures of her growing belly that she’s posted on Facebook every few weeks. We helped give her a baby shower. We’re rearranging furniture in one of the bedrooms so that when our niece and nephew come to visit with the baby, she’ll have room for his portable crib. So much planning, so much praying, so much excitement, so much joy.
Our granddaughters are nearly eleven and fifteen. There hasn’t been a baby in our family in quite awhile. This will be my brother and sister-in-law’s first grandchild. We know how that feels and we can’t wait for them to experience that incredible moment when they hold their grandson for the first time. Just as their daughter and son-in-law’s lives will never be the same, neither will theirs. We are so excited that we will get to be a part of this child’s life, too. And we are only a small part of the body of people who make up this child’s family. More aunties and uncles, another set of grandparents, even a great-grandma, and many, many cousins await the birth of this baby. This baby is so loved already, and he hasn’t even taken his first breath yet.
Today is the last day this sweet young couple will just be the two of them. I wonder if they are thinking about that with just a wee bit of trepidation. I can tell them, along with their parents, that there is no need to worry. They are about to enter into a joy they can only imagine.
As for me, I’m ready for this pregnancy to be over. I think my ankles are beginning to swell…