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Aidan Scott was born at 1;45 today and weighted 6.9 lbs and is 19 inches long. I almost missed it! I got real hot in the waiting room while others were visiting my daughter and I went outside the hospital to cool off when all of a sudden she was ready and they had her start pushing. I came back to have everyone running up to me telling me, "YOUR daughter is asking for you!" But I did beat the Dr there and got to witness my little grandbaby being born.

Actually my daughter was not sure that she wanted me to be there durning delivery because she was afraid I would get mad at the Dr or something! Imagine! ME?! But at the last minute she called for me and I was there.

Aidan means Little Fire, imagine that and his Daddy a firefighter. Little Fire and his Ma and Pa are resting now and the good ole bed is sounding pretty darn good to Grandma too.

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Tren

The Whole Story From Grandma’s Perspective

My Way. When you get pregnant you get a midwife and you gather a group of female women to encourage, lead and direct you. What did my daughter do? She went out and got a male Dr. and believed everything that he told her. But I could see that I was just talking myself blue in the face with all my concerns for her and the baby and besides that, it was making my daughter a nervous wreak. It came to the point where I just had to zip up my mouth and my opinions and let her do it her way.

She just wanted to place herself into the hands of the male authorities and let them take care of her. Every fiber in my being screams out, BEWARE OF MALE ATHORITIES AND THEIR DIRECTIONS! They only care about themselves and their money! “But Mom, they are the experts!” Where she EVER got this notion is beyond me! Everyone knows that Grandmas know more than Dr’s! I had to let it go, I had to get on my knees and pray and hand this all over to THE HIGHEST MALE ATHORITIE and I had to say to God, “ This is out of mine and this is in your hands.”

It got really hard when two weeks before her due date This Dr. told my daughter that the baby appeared to be 8 pounds or more already and that they would need to induce the birth. INDUCE BIRTH! NO! My insides screamed out, let this baby come when this baby is suppose to come, naturally!

What if Mother Mary’s birth had been induced? Jesus would not have been born under his star!? It was obvious to me that this Dr. was scaring my daughter so that the baby could be born on his schedule! I told my daughter that there was no way that the baby was that big, she was tiny! The bump on her belly was tiny! I offered to take her to another Dr. to pay for the office visit, to get another opinion. No she didn’t want to, she didn’t want to buckle the system, she just wanted the Dr to tell her what to do, she just wanted to trust her Dr.

It was so hard for me, letting this go. Inducing labor increased the risk for so many things, C- sections and other complications. As my induced daughter lay on her bed at the hospital birthing suite I felt like I had failed in saving my Grandbaby from being pushed before he/she was ready to come into this world. My heart went out to that little lump on my daughters belly and cried, “ I’m sorry!, I tried!”

And I reminded myself that I had to put all my ideas of how things should be away, it was out of my hands, I was there now to just be here for my daughter in any way that she needed me. She received her first pill of inducement at 8 in the evening, and the second one at midnight. At 8 in the morning they broke her water. She started to feel contractions, she was very grouchy, scared until she got the epidural and she liked that. She couldn’t even feel the contractions, she was numb from the waist down.

I had both my babies natural, I felt everything, I believed that this was best for the baby. It broke my heart that the babies health was perhaps being jeopardized but it was truly something to see the chart going up and down with contractions and all my daughter felt was some pressure.

Things progressed pretty fast, when it was time to push my daughter asked for me and I got to go in and be beside her as Our Little Fire came into the world. It was funny because right up until the end it was still up in the air what that baby’s sex was. The ultra sounds had been unclear but my daughter always felt like it was a boy.

Several of the nurses told her that the heart beat was rapid like a girl. I had my hopes set on a girl, the babies Daddy wanted a girl, we all wanted a girl. The babies head came out, one of the nurses said, “ What do you think Dr.? He said, “ I think it is a girl,” Nope, the body held the evidence, a little boy. A little boy that was 19 inches long and weighed 6 lbs and 9 ounces.

Little Aidan was not successful at nursing yesterday and has an uncommon amount of mucus in him which they say is due to the fast delivery so I am hoping and praying that this clears up today and he latches on. I looked up this little Aquariuses horoscope.
I think this little boy and I are going to get along just fine.

“He is independent, autonomous, and has progressive ideas.
an unusual, rebellious and revolutionary spirit.
If you're quirky and "different", all the better."
Ah hah! He is going to like his Grandma!