Virginia Beach, Virginia 2021-02-22 10:56:58 –
By LISA VERSPRILLE BURKETT
Sandbridge — He is a new person with a muddy, squeezing, slippery, sweet scent that smiles at me while I change clothes.
He screams at me with a high-pitched rumbling like the love song I’ve been waiting for. He grins at me with a sneaky look that he thinks he recognizes me. I want to crush him on my arm and kiss my sweet cheeks many times.
He is the grandson of my pandemic born in 2020 with new parents who did their best to keep him working while protecting him from the coronavirus.
There were great expectations for the birth of this baby. The daughter-in-law’s baby shower scheduled for March was canceled because she and her eldest son learned that this highly contagious virus was coming from abroad. Concerns were raised as we all wondered if the hospital team was ready to deliver the most valuable things in the world safely.
I didn’t have to worry. When my son gave birth, I took my daughter-in-law to a hospital in Alexandria. They were guided and cared for by a lovingly worried medical professional. The next day, they sent a text containing a picture of the most beautiful boy, with his eyes wide open, already looking around his new world.
I imagined I would be there the next day. A radiant grandmother rushed to the hospital to see the continuation of our family embodied in a small, beautiful new baby. But I was not allowed to come to their room and celebrate the birth of our first grandchild on both sides of the family.
In less than 48 hours, they were told they could return to Arlington, but I couldn’t help them settle down because the virus had penetrated Virginia. Everyone was able to get it. It was too dangerous.
It was a pain for me. How will they survive without help? My mother, who had never boarded an airplane, flew to Orlando when her eldest son was born. The son is now the father of his own child. Our mother is supposed to be there when our children need us. However, the Covid test was not yet widely available. So I waited.
After all, in June, after my fiancé and I were tested and quarantined, they visited us at Sandbridge. They arrived late at night and I waited to see them.
I cried when my son came in. He had the most perfect and sleepy baby I’ve ever seen. He handed me a soul wrapped in this blanket, and I stared at this new human as I did with my baby. I loved this kid even before I turned to him.
Grandparents are gifts for children, but grandchildren are also gifts for us.
As some say, we don’t have to take care of them 24 hours a day, not because these kids will eventually go home. That is because the baby reminds us of the joy and unconditional love we have experienced as young parents. They represent the continuation of life.
No matter what is happening in the world, a new life will find a way to win in situations that are not perfect. Love makes life lasting. It reaffirms the importance and continuity of the family. I saw my grandchildren 5 times directly and many times on Facebook Live. His sweet face comforts me and empowers this new grandmother.
I have a more complete understanding of why I was born so that this beautiful and unique person can eventually follow me. My pandemic-born grandson truly knows that he is already making the world better for those who love him. As with all babies born in 2020, remember the vulnerabilities that existed in the world when it was your turn to arrive and the resilience to keep your parents safe.
As the great band Blood & Tears sang, “And when I die, and when I leave, there will be one child in this world who will continue to be born.”
The author is a new grandparent who lives in Sandbridge.
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