Being a Grandparent

Finding out that you’re going to be a grandparent is an amazing feeling. When I got the text message of the home pregnancy test I couldn’t believe it. I was so excited. I called my oldest daughter, Racheal, and asked if she was kidding. She told me she wasn’t and that she was due in August. Grandkids are fun, mine are a very large part of my life. A few months before she was due she called me and asked me if I would come out to be with her for the rest of her pregnancy and the birth. Her and her husband lived in Ft. Irwin, California, at a military base. My son-in-law was in the army, at the time. I looked online to see if it would be cheaper to fly or take the bus. After checking into it I found that it would be cheaper to fly. I had never been on a plane before so I was scared to death. As we were driving to the airport I was extremely nervous. I had always said that I would never fly because “if god would have meant for us to fly he would have given us wings.” I was also scared that the plane would crash. Once I got on the plane and we took off I figured out that it wasn’t so bad. I had to fly into Las Vegas, NV, because that was the closest major airport to where my daughter lived.
Once I landed in Las Vegas and got off the plane I looked for my daughter who I hadn’t seen in two years. When I finally found her and my son-in-law I couldn’t believe how big she was, at six and a half months. She really looked different from the skinny, hundred and ten pound girl who left for California two years before. She had a big, round belly now. The first thing I did after I hugged her was touch her big belly. When we got to the car she reminded me that we had a three hour car ride to get to their house. The ride was mostly through the dessert, rich with cacti, and these trees that looked a lot like spikes growing out of the ground in all different ways. Once we got to her house it was late so we went to sleep. We went to the hospital a lot over