Yes, that is my new name. . . Nonny. Doesn’t mean anything but I like how it sounds. When I was going to make my name Nana, my sister said I couldn’t take my Grandmother’s name since no one could be her. Turns out she wants to be Nana. That’s OK because I really like Nonny better, it suits me, just a little, or a lot, off track. However, all bets are off if Emmitt chooses a different name for me.
That’s my grandson’s name, Emmitt Samuel. After 5 days of labor, 4 hours of heavy pushing, resulting in a c-section, Dani finally gave birth right on his due date. It was a very hard delivery. Pre-eclampsia developed the last two days. After the cesarean, she hemorrhaged a liter and a half of blood and had to be opened up again.
Emmit developed jaundice and lost 10% of his birth weight. They were in the hospital for five days. But he looks like Dani, covered with a full head of almost black hair. There isn’t too much of Kendall in him as of yet.
I know I am giddy with delight. Being a grandmother is beyond my expectations. That little boy is a miracle. The birth of a family where a couple was before. Both Kendall and Dani are wonderful, exhausted parents. It was a truly nurturing, loving experience where we all enjoyed being together and tending to the constant needs of this little man. He should take comfort in it….he will have to share time with others as he grows.
But one thing is for sure – I will be visiting California much more often from now on.