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It's becoming more and more real, more and more official.  Around April 21, give or take a week or two on either side, I will be welcoming Jaden Charles, my first grandchild.  It is a slow sinking in process, perhaps made more slow by the fact that my daughter has gone through hell and back to have this tiny baby. In January, just barely pregnant, she rushed to the ER, bleeding.  She had just told me about it and now it was over.  Almost immediately she became pregnant again.  This baby made it to 22 weeks.  His name was to be Jordan.  We saw him move on the sonogram and then we saw his amniotic fluid diminish.  Tests revealed neither of his kidneys were functioning.  We said goodbye to baby Jordan in a ceremony at our home and released balloons to the heavens in his honor. 

And then,  persistent daughter and persistent babies that you are, here came Jaden.  Both my daughter and her husband have understandably been concerned and cautious the entire pregnancy as have I.  Friday I went with her to a sonogram.  Little Jaden's legs kicked, his tiny little feet looking so perfect even in the murky darkness of the less than perfect sonogram view.  Once, his arm raised up, he appeared to wave, then put his hand quite coyly over his face.  He kicks, he moves, he has a face that I could swear shows his cuteness even if blurry.  All signs are very positive.  No problems.  My daughter worries if he does not move for a period of time, only to be relieved when he starts moving like crazy. They are developing a bond already that I recall so vividly. She is developing that deep concern and care that all mothers share.

I can't even imagine what it will be like when she gives birth. Do I want to imagine?  The real thing will be something of such a special uniqueness why even try to go there?  I will wait patiently.  April is literally around the corner.  There is time as I also imagine taking Jaden to the park behind our house, reading him stories from Nana's library, snuggling him, kissing him and marveling at this precious piece of my daughter, her husband, her father, my parents, and on and on.  It's a miracle. It's also a present I will unwrap so slowly and tenderly with the delicateness of each heartstring.