The night my grandson was born is a night I will never forget, but not for the
reasons you'd expect.
As I tell this story, I beg you to
stay with me. Believe me, the twist is worth it!
I was doing some last-minute
shopping at Wal-Mart the evening of December 23. As I left the store, there was
a light snowfall and the temperature was mild, probably about 20 degrees or so.
A beautiful winter night. Then my phone rang.
I answered the call, seeing it was my husband, who works third shift. It was
strange for him to be calling around 8 at night, so I was instantly curious. As
I loaded my bags into the back of my trunk I answered, "Hey honey. What's
up?'. That is the moment my life changed forever.
My husband, a characteristically calm and passive man, was almost in hysterics.
I couldn't even make out what he was saying at first. After several attempts, I
managed to calm him down enough to understand what he was saying. "Nikki
gave birth to a baby on her bedroom floor and they are both on the way to the
hospital."
Okay. Let that sink in for a minute. Yes, I said bedroom floor. No, we did not
know she was pregnant. There had been some suspicion, but Nicole was adamant
when asked; she was NOT pregnant.
There I am, getting snowed on in a crowded parking lot, stunned and shocked
into silence. My husband, Tim, yelled, "Did you hear me? Nikki just
delivered a baby boy on her bedroom floor!" I snapped out of my stupor.
Now panic started to set in.
I told Tim, yes, I heard him and pressed for more details. What happened? Is my
daughter okay? Is the baby okay? What hospital are they taking them to? There
were no answers to these questions. We simply did not know.
At the time of Aidan's birth, Nikki was living with a couple in their home. I
contacted her roommate, hoping for more answers, but could only find out what
hospital Nikki and the baby were taken to.
I hopped into my truck and headed toward the hospital. On the way, I picked up
Nikki's twin, Cheyenne. I'm not sure how, but word began to spread that Nicole
had delivered a baby because my phone did not stop ringing. Family members were
calling constantly, asking for details I didn't have. All I knew was that I had
to find out if my daughter was okay. I was as scared as I'd ever been in my
life.
I cried so much before getting to the hospital that I water damaged my phone.
No joke. I had to get it replaced shortly afterward.
Finally, Cheyenne and
I arrived at the hospital. I had banned everyone else from coming until further
notice. This was my daughter dammit, and I was going to make sure she
was fine before letting family swarm her.
We walked into her
room and there they were, mother and son. Thankfully, miraculously, they were
both just fine. Nicole came through the birth without incident, and Aidan was
as healthy as any newborn baby can be.
Aidan and Nicole came home on Christmas Day. Our special, and unexpected,
Christmas miracle. Although I refused to let anyone call me "grandma"
for the first month or so, Aidan has become the joy of our lives. I wasn't
ready to become a grandma, but I wasn't given much choice in the matter!
That's how I became a grandmother, two days before Christmas in 2015. A
surprise baby born on a bedroom floor.
Best to you and yours,
Carly
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