I know the feeling. My newest grandson was born Saturday night, way ahead of schedule. 2 lbs, 14 oz. He’s so tiny and so beautiful. He’s real, he’s a person, he has a name, he’s somebody! He’s MY grandson, he’s tough, and he’s going to make it, damn it!
I stood there yesterday looking at his little hands and feet, watching his breathing and kicking, and I thought about someone like this devil-spawn trying to hurt him and I knew I would gladly give my life before I’d ever let it happen. I’m a grumpy old grampa but I’ve been crying like a baby for two days, when I’m not praying, that is.
Anyone who wants to say a prayer for little Ewan Michael, please, he’s going to need all the help he can get. Thank you.
Thank you for sharing that sweet story!! Prayers being said for sweet Ewan Michael. May God hold, protect and bless him, always. Congratulations on your beautiful grandson!
Congrats. And a multitude of Prayers coming your way.
I just went through the same thing with my newest grandson. Born 5 months ago at 2 lbs 10 oz. Now he’s a chunk at 15 lbs! I can’t fathom what sort of monster could do what Gosnell did. Millstone about to meet his neck!
Hang in there, prayers for Ewan Michael! He’ll be ok and lucky to have a grandpa who loves him.
*Continuing* prayers going out for precious little Ewan Michael.
I’m a grumpy old grandpa, too. And yes, I’d give my life for the precious little ones.
What you said brings tears to my eyes and a warmness to my heart, beelzepug.