Well the last few weeks have flown by in a blissful haze as my husband and I completed another rite of passage i.e. becoming grandparents. Our daughter Lauren and Tyson gave us a beautiful grandson - Anthony Tyson Johnson on October 19th.
It seemed surreal sitting in the labor and delivery room listening to the muted whump-whump, whump of the baby's heartbeat, and watch the contractions peak and subside on the monitor. Who can begin to describe the memories of 29 years ago when I, without all the aids and devices that are now standard hospital equipment,waited for what I intuitively knew, would be our baby girl. Now here she was bravely waiting for her son.
I could not help wondering, at what point did this child "become" a human being? At his conception, his first heartbeat, the first quiver of movement, or now as we watched his heartbeats rise and fall on the monitor? Maybe, none of those maybe it happened at the moment when he made his complete entry in a rush of warm fluid, at the moment the doctor flipped him over and his eyes popped opened in the glaring light of day, for the first time.
Later you say? Possibly when the nurses rubbed and patted him all over to elicit the life-giving, lung expanding first cry? Surely, somewhere along the line, he evolved into personhood, but when???
Psalm 139 springs to memory. My grandson was known of God as a human being the moment he was knitted together in his mother's womb, in God's book all his tiny members were written before they were formed; from the moment of conception. What a glorious miracle!
So, going into his third week of life he is gorgeous (of course) is out of his newborn diapers into size one's was has gained over two lbs and grown some 2.5 inches. On Monday he weight 8+ lbs and is 21.5 inches long. Welcome little Guy Mimi and Papa love you to pieces!
It seemed surreal sitting in the labor and delivery room listening to the muted whump-whump, whump of the baby's heartbeat, and watch the contractions peak and subside on the monitor. Who can begin to describe the memories of 29 years ago when I, without all the aids and devices that are now standard hospital equipment,waited for what I intuitively knew, would be our baby girl. Now here she was bravely waiting for her son.
I could not help wondering, at what point did this child "become" a human being? At his conception, his first heartbeat, the first quiver of movement, or now as we watched his heartbeats rise and fall on the monitor? Maybe, none of those maybe it happened at the moment when he made his complete entry in a rush of warm fluid, at the moment the doctor flipped him over and his eyes popped opened in the glaring light of day, for the first time.
Later you say? Possibly when the nurses rubbed and patted him all over to elicit the life-giving, lung expanding first cry? Surely, somewhere along the line, he evolved into personhood, but when???
Psalm 139 springs to memory. My grandson was known of God as a human being the moment he was knitted together in his mother's womb, in God's book all his tiny members were written before they were formed; from the moment of conception. What a glorious miracle!
So, going into his third week of life he is gorgeous (of course) is out of his newborn diapers into size one's was has gained over two lbs and grown some 2.5 inches. On Monday he weight 8+ lbs and is 21.5 inches long. Welcome little Guy Mimi and Papa love you to pieces!
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