This is worthy of its own thread!!!! (and my opinion is all that matters today because I’m in one heck of a good mood) Yesterday I became a grandma for the third time. Here is a picture of the new addition to the family. She was 7 lbs 10 oz and measured 20 inches long. Both, my daughter and her are doing just beautifully! She was a week early. My daughter went from contractions around 4 AM, 20 minutes apart and tolerable to 5 minutes apart within a blink of an eye. She called me, I rushed to the hospital and on my way there I get a call from my son-in-law telling me he nearly missed the birth of his daughter while he went to park the car. This will be the first grandchild’s birth I wasn’t present, in the room, for! There is a police officer out there with nail marks on his arm and we don’t even know what his name is! He was at the entrance of the hospital at the moment and told my son-in-law he couldn’t leave the car parked there (at the entrance). While the security guard went to get a wheel chair and my son-in-law went to park the car he stood with my daughter at the entrance. I’m told they had to open her hand, by force, to retrieve the poor officer’s arm from her grasp. When they managed this, her fingernails were imprinted on his skin. That will teach him to answer a call to a hospital at that time of the morning! The wheel chair didn’t work, the baby had started to make her appearance into this world and they had to rush to get a gurney (sp) they didn’t make it to the regular bed in time (mom and baby). Her doctor didn’t make it either so I don’t feel as bad about not being there myself. The funny thing is that they had no clue who my daughter was until it was all over. I’m still ticked about having missed it all and having to rely on second hand stories!! As my son-in-law tells it, once it was over the staff at the hospital started to asked them “and who are you? What is your name?” They didn’t even have time to get all those answers before hand due to all the running around (and my daughter clawing her nails in anyone that got near her long enough). At least I got there in time for the paperwork and while they were putting the IV, which is usually done BEFORE the baby gets there, not after. Not because I’m her grandmother (ok, because I am! So what? ) but isn’t she just gorgeous???!!! .