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The Night Ruby Marie was Born


This is a momentary hiccup in Nano Poblano for me.  A hiccup like the sound my almost-here grandbaby has been making on the fetal heart monitor for the last two days.  Blogging takes different paths for everyone in the month of November.  Some people have equipment failures (me… on day 2 of last year), life failures (people dropping out mid-month), and every other reason imaginable for stopping before the end of this crazy-busy month.

But I’m kind of a ‘hell or high water’ blogger.  As a poet, and most of my blog posts have been poetry, I post when I’ve got something I want to share, not because I have a self-imposed blog deadline I have to keep up with.

But in November, knowing that I’m going to post every damn day, come hell or high water, I have already resolved that nothing is going to derail this blog train. 


And then came Friday.

My daughter… my first born child… was told by her obstetrician that they needed to induce labor. 

That night.

And as she had already designated me as one of the two non-medical personnel in the room, I was on-call for her beautiful, blessed event, my second grandchild.


And now it’s Sunday night.

My not-so little girl, after 48 hours of induced labor that still hadn’t produced a labor or a delivery, is in the Labor and Delivery O.R. as I write this.  I’m in the waiting room and her man is in the room with her.  I am sitting with a load of family.  Both sides.  And I have no idea what’s been happening in the 45 minutes since the C-Section began.

But I have time now to do more than worry and pray, and so I write… and post.

It’s a hard, strange, helpless position to be in.  Hard and strange I can handle.  Helpless, not so much.  But I have this commitment, so I’m telling you about what’s happening on this day, when my morning post became an evening post, and my full-grown baby is having this second baby of her own.

I’ve seen pretty much enough of hospitals for a while, but for my little girl, I’ll see them as much and as long as she needs me to.

Stick around, and I’ll keep you updated in the comment thread of this post, and let you know how everything went on the night that Ruby Marie was born.


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27 thoughts on “The Night Ruby Marie was Born

  1. Sending love and strength to your daughter and Ruby Marie.
    And sending love, strength, and patience your way. ❤️

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  2. Ruby Marie was born just after 8:30 pm Pacific Time. 5 pounds, 15 ounces. Mama and baby are just fine.

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  3. I love her name. Congratulations.

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  4. Welcome, Ruby Marie! Love to the whole family!

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  5. So happy for everyone! Congratulations all around! ❤

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  7. Yay, I’m glad that everything went well! Congratulations to the parents and the family and to you too!

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  9. Sarah Coolidge on said:

    Yippee! Again, good job dad!

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  10. Yay for the happy ending! Everybody must have been exhausted. Congratulations to you and your family. Sending love and hugs!

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  12. Still working my way through all the posts. Belated congratulations! Much love to you and the new addition to the family. At least it gave you something to write about at the time, which you generously shared with us all. Ruby Marie is a lovely name, she sounds like a right little jewel 🙂

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