Little Zoe has arrived

After being ten days late, little Zoe Catherine Branson has hit the scene, finally.  We waited, and waited, and waited, and finally on Thurday morning Nettie called and said she was home laboring.  Oh, goodie, goodie.  She wanted so badly to have the baby naturally, and made her wishes known to all.  As the labor continued, Scott came home and they decided to head for the hospital (with Aria), and things progressed to the point of Scott calling me and the doctor deciding to take the baby c-section and could I come pick up Aria.  So off I go to the hospital to pick up Aria.  The doctor decided Nettie was in too much pain, and Nettie agreed she was definitely in too much pain, so they agreed to take the baby out.  No-name was born at 9:40, 9 lbs. 3 oz., 20 inches, and healthy.  Scott called and told us and we headed off to bed.

The next morning we were getting ready to head to the hospital and Nettie texted me that she couldn't wait until we got there and she could introduce Aria to her baby sister.  So off we went to the hospital.  Nettie and baby were in bed resting, and Aria was introduced, and I gave kisses all around.  Paul and Cherie arrived not too long after us, and we all cooed and awww'd all over the place.  A little bit later a nurse came in for a baby check, and she decided baby's heart rate was low, so she took her off to the NICU for an hour or so she said.  She came back later and they decided they want to do an EKG and send it to SFO for analysis/conference with doctors there.  Decision came back that they are not overly concerned, everything came back normal, but they wanted to keep here in the NICU for 48 hours for monitoring.  So Friday/Saturday/Sunday we visited off and on, me mostly in the NICU with Nettie, spelling her to come eat while I held the baby.  I love holding babies, so I was in the right place, especially when it's my grandbaby.  Saturday the grandparents Branson picked up Aria and took her to Clear Lake with them to spend the night.

They held off on naming the baby until Sunday morning (they were told they could not leave the hospital without naming her)...so when I came to visit after Church on Sunday, Nettie told me the baby's name Zoe Catherine Branson.  I cried when she told me the middle name...so happy and elated.  The baby has opened her eyes a couple of times that I've been there, and she clearly is a Branson.

Sunday by 3:30 the three were out of the hospital and headed home.  All tests proved fine, baby will have a couple future checks (she had one yesterday and all was fine).  So they are home taking it easy.  Sunday I made them dinner and took it over (chicken, corn on the cobb, butternut squash and watermelon) so they wouldn't have to worry about having something to eat when they got home.  Paul and Cherie brought Aria home and also brought them a pizza, so they had plenty for Sunday night.

I am blessed with a beautiful daughter and son-in-law, and twice blessed with the best grandbabies in the world.  We are all so happy.