Grandma Sherri came to town

As I mentioned in an earlier post, my sweet Momma came to be here as Zachary came into the world. As much as I needed my hubby in the room, it was so comforting to have my Mom there. Yes, her skills as a Labor and Delivery nurse back home played a huge part but having her cheer me on in those last few moments of delivery when I wanted to give up, were priceless. Now I see why people who have been her patients RAVE about her and her care when they have had their own babies.

After the delivery room scene was in the past and we were in the postpartum room, JC was sent home for a few hours to sleep. I got to talk with my Mom and take in everything that had just happened. I was SO tired but still able to feel the emotions of this overwhelming sense of helplessness as I was now responsible for this little human being. My Mom eased my fears and worries with words of confidence that I could do this and reminded me to enjoy it along the way. I will forever be grateful for her strength and encouragement.

The next morning, JC came to the hospital and informed us that the car broke down on his way and that his friend from work had dropped him off. Definitely unexpected, we were clueless as to know what to do. Once again, Mom stepped in and fixed things. She and JC went and picked up a rental car to have to take Zachary home in and to have while our car was in the shop.

Later the next day, we were discharged from the hospital and taking Zachary home. Mom met us a the front door and asked up to pose for a family picture of bringing Zachary home. As we entered our apartment, it was filled with the smell of homemade oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and cleaners. Mom had made the place SPOTLESS and smell SO yummy! It was better than I ever imagined what it would be like to bring my baby home to.

The following couple of weeks are almost a blur to me as I was trying to learn how to nurse, get by on little sleep, visit with friends and ward members as they came to see our Zachary, and attending Pediatrician appointments. Of course Mom was there every step of the way as we attempted making it through those first couple weeks. She was so good to come and trade me off so I could sleep. She always was keeping me fed with yummy food, and kept my laundry done so as to not worry about it while trying to re-cooperate. JC kept mentioning to me that he was nervous to have my Mom leave. She kept reassuring us that we knew what we were doing and would do just fine on our own.

The day came that Mom was scheduled to fly back home to Idaho. Never had I wanted time to stand still as much as I did that day. We seemed to make it through the day and went to the airport to see her off. Through humble and grateful tears I hugged her and thanked her for everything. I couldn't have made this transition without her there.

I was told that I wouldn't really appreciate my Mom until I became a Mother myself. If that's not the truth, I don't know what is. I will forever be in her debt. Thanks again Mom!! Love you!!

(This is how my Mom arrived at the airport when she first got here to Anchorage)