Last night at 9:30, the boy who made me a grandma was born.
Noah Jacksen Smith was 7 pounds, 12 ounces and 19 inches long; in Nathan and Meagan’s words, he is perfect in every way. The tone in Nathan’s voice when he called was one I’ve never heard before in all the 24 years I have loved him–definitely a “proud of my amazing wife, in love with my handsome son, in awe of the experience I have just gone through, so stoked about being a dad” kind of tone.
Meagan gave birth with no pain meds and in Nathan’s words was absolutely incredible.
Thanks to all of you who have left comments and have been back checking in for news–I wanted to wait until Nathan and Meagan had both posted the news to FB before I wrote about the Big Event here.
And now it’s time to tie up five bazillion last minute details and hit the road for our 13 hour trip. We can’t leave until 8 a.m. because we have to take Summer to the kennel, so that buys me a few extra precious minutes of scurrying around accomplishing stuff before the three of us leave. I am so thankful Noah was born near a weekend so that Sarah can make the trip with us.
Hard to believe that in just a few hours, I will hold my grandson. Noah, you are blessed and you are loved. Welcome!
(Many pictures to follow.)