What a week that was. Last Friday when Pamela had her regular check-up it was not good news, blood pressure too high, bloodwork showing trouble with kidneys etc, usual late pregnancy thing. She was told to take it easy over the weekend and come back on Monday. Mondays results still not good news so eventually she was ordered into hospital. The family rallied around, Trevor moved over to their house to be standby carer for Tori, Steve got some leave and went back to hospital to be with Pamela. On Tuesday afternoon the gynecologist decided to induce the baby. We all felt and worried.

Tuesday was a worrying day. I had an email from an old friend telling me that mutual friends had cut short their overseas holiday to fly back to Australia to the bedside of their daughter-in-law who died as a result of childbirth. Their son would now raise the new babe and his wife's two teenagers. What sad news, women do still die in childbirth. I alternately worried and prayed all day.

Wednesday morning I was still worrying when the news came through, baby Alexander James had been born, his mum was in labour from midnight on but both were well. Hip hip hooray. What wonderful exciting fantastic fabulous news. :cheer: :cheer: :cheer:

We went in late Wednesday afternoon to see our new grandson and congratulate our daughter-in-law. Pamela had had over 24 hours without sleep so was quiet but still showed the joy and pride in her baby that mothers do. Ray and I were there when Tori saw her new baby brother for the first time. Funny how maternal even small girls are. "Can I pat him Mamma? Can I kiss him? Can I hold him." And she was allowed to hold him, she looked like a small Madonna, head bent to gaze tenderly into his tiny face.

You'll be glad to hear she acted nothing like a Madonna when she and Trevor came on here for dinner. She acted like her usual, boisterous, demanding five year old self. That is good news too. I don't want her to be too angelic, that would worry me.

Thursday went sending emails as well as all the usual Thursday things. Trevor and Tori came out after school, stayed for dinner, went back to her place to bed. By today we are used to the news. FOUR grandchildren. Add that to my profile, my three children, my FOUR grandchildren. Trev and Tori will be in and out all weekend. Granma is always on call. I don't mind. I think that is the way it should be. :cloud9: