On the Journey Again

I will soon be a grandma for the fourth time. Little Casey is taking his sweet time in arriving. He is not actually due until December 10, so he is going to be early, but he is really dragging out the process for his poor parents. Megan saw her doctor on Tuesday morning (Nov 17) and had gone from 0 to 2 cm. He stripped the membranes and said it would probably be a few days. This caused Megan to have a lot of cramping and discomfort on Wednesday, leading to contractions that were pretty steadily 5 minutes apart by Wednesday night.

Meanwhile, all of us on the other side of the mountains were wondering what we should do. At 10 pm, I finally booked a ticket to fly over in the morning. As I was getting ready to leave for the airport around 4:30 am, Megan texted me that she was being sent home from the hospital to sleep. Dilemma for me: should I go or change my ticket to later? With no ride to the airport later, we decided I would just trust that God would work it all out for the best, and go.

After a minor issue with security (I got frisked!), I had an easy flight, Ryan picked me up, and here I am in Tri-Cities. Waiting to greet my newest grandson. But he is not quite ready, apparently. Megan and Ryan are napping, after a long night, and I may do the same, after getting up at 4 am for my 7:50 flight. And little Casey is just hanging out where it's warm and cozy, deciding when to make his grand entrance.