A Blessing in Disguise
Easter Sunday, 2001, delivered an extra special blessing to me and my family, for that was the day my first grandbaby was born. On this day, my daughter went into labor. At approximately 11:30, we checked into the labor and delivery department of the hospital in which she'd chosen to have her baby. Weeks before, she was told her baby was breech and she could expect to have a cesarean unless she was willing to allow them to do a special procedure called an external version to try to turn the baby. I was totally against it and vocalized my opinion, but my daughter consented. This procedure went as scheduled, but was unsuccessful. No worries, though, because millions of people have had a cesarean to deliver their child. What could possibly go wrong? The months of planning and preparing for the delivery day could not have prepared me...us...for what we would experience, for never did we expect our little bundle of joy would have a birth defect. I, being the brave soldier that