If you want to make god laugh . . .

 

. . . just tell him your plans.

Having had a career in the planning profession, this was a common joke as plans were rarely, if ever, developed as originally conceived.

Which brings me to my unborn granddaughter, conceived 40 weeks ago. 

She is my oldest daughter’s second child.  Due date - July 9th.

But as the pregnancy continued into the later weeks, the baby was breech.  Massage, and chiropractic appointments couldn’t get her to turn and so a cesarean section was scheduled for July 3rd.  Since Martha and I would be babysitting her 19 month old son and dog at her house, we packed for a few days, cancelled and rescheduled all appointments we had rushed to make before the 9th due date, and went crazy finishing yard work and other projects.  We were ready.

The morning of the 3rd we kissed our daughter and son-in-law good-bye as they left for the hospital, all packed and ready to bring home their new daughter.  Then, about two hours later, they returned empty handed.  Apparently in the last couple of days, that little girl made the flip, head down, and the doctor sent them home to wait a normal labor and delivery.

Now, everything we bumped to the week of the 10th is being rescheduled.  Again.  

Our daughter is doing everything she can to speed things along but her last exam showed no signs of the start of labor.  Her first baby was almost a week late. I think we will re-rescheduling more appointments and unfortunately, selling tickets to some events we have this weekend.

I believe I hear god laughing.