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Introducing: Our New Granddaughters

Robin on the left, Etta on the right

On Valentine’s Day, our daughter Erin and her husband Dave magically turned Greg and me into grandparents with the births of their identical twins. Robin Magdalena (named for Dave’s mother and my mother) was born first at 4 lbs 8 oz. Two minutes later, Etta Lyn (actually Henrietta, because Dave’s recently deceased “uncle’s” middle name was Henry, and he was born on Valentine’s Day; Lyn was Dave’s grandmother) emerged, weighing in at 3 lbs 14 oz.

Though Mom was released four days after delivery, the babes are still in the Special Care Nursery (NICU), although they may be home by the time you read this. They are all doing well.

Before they were born, Erin thought she might paint the babies’ toenails different colors to tell them apart. I suggested that an unobtrusive tattoo might be wise. She nixed that idea, even though she has at least one tat that I know of (a Fibonacci spiral on her shoulder–she has a degree in mathematics). Last week I asked her if nail polish was still the plan, and she told me no, because she knows who’s who. I can’t tell. Robin’s 11 ounces heavier, but that will change.

As you can imagine, we are over the moon with joy.

NaPoWriMo2021 Day Twenty-Five


Today’s prompt is to write an occasional poem, that is, a poem for an occasion.

To My First Grandchild

I don’t know if I’ll still be alive when you’re born
or even if you will be born

don’t blame your parents
I told them not to have you before they married

I told them having children was a great responsibility
I told them not to have you until they really wanted you

I told them not to have you just because I wanted you

for years I’ve listened to other grandparents
talk about the joy of grandbabies

and wondered if I would ever experience that joy

I have the pleasure of my own five children
(and the sorrow of the three who withered in my womb)

but I long to smell your sweet baby breath 
to wonder anew at your tiny perfection

to watch you grow, to discover
how much you are like your parents
and how unlike them you are

if I’m gone before you get here
know I am watching from heaven
loving you and blessing you

©ARHuelsenbeck 2021