Bonding with the little one

Little Granddaughter had a rough entry in the world, but little did she realize her entry would cause her mommy some problems, too. When she was six days old, I went over to their house to watch her while her momma took a nap. Mommy fed her, then headed to bed. Baby was being good, but Momma got up not long afterwards saying it was no use, she couldn't catch her breath when she lay down. This had alarmed her enough that she called her doctor. While waiting for a return call, my son called her and she told him what the problem was. He came home immediately and decided to take her to the E.R. right away.

Of course, I told them I would stay there and watch the kids. Little did I know how long that vigil would last! About 15 minutes after they left, D.I.L's doctor called and I told her where they were headed.

I called Boppa (my hubby) and told him what was going on. He got us some dinner and brought it by. Around 9:00 P.M. son called to say they thought maybe it was a blood clot. My heart fell ... I know how dangerous those are! But they were going to run some tests and he would let me know.

At that point, I knew I'd be staying the night. I called Boppa again, and had him bring pajamas and my medicine. The kids went to bed and then at 11:00 P.M. I got another phone call.

They had admitted D.I.L. to the hospital and had diagnosed her with postpartum cardiomyopathy. She had fluid in her lungs and was in the beginning stages of congestive heart failure!!!!! Son was pretty calm in telling me all of this ... until the last. He also told me that her mother was there. More tests were to be run. Right then, they were trying to get rid of the fluid and bring her blood pressure down.

So I spent the night, up and down with the new grandbaby. Actually, she slept solidly betwen 1-4 A.M. so I wasn't too tired when I had to get up at 5:00. Boppa came down to watch them while I ran to school to drop off lesson plans for the sub. On the way home, I stopped to get breakfast for everyone.

When I got back, the 3 and 4 year old were up. The 12 year old got up around 7:45. Boppa dropped everyone off at school, and I took the baby back to our house.

We had all the kids until that evening. My son finally came to my house and took them back home. He kept them until Sat. afternoon, when he had to go back to the hospital, but again showed up and kept them at his house that night.

Momma finally got home Monday. She's on medication, but feeling better. But poor baby -- momma had to stop nursing. But baby took to the bottle just fine.

And she's a really good baby.