Grandma Cici has left the building…what are we gonna do without her???

Mom Corene (Grandma Cici) made the trek up to Fort Worth after we called her at 3:30am almost 3 weeks ago to tell her we were in labor. She photographed the arrival of baby Corinne and all of the ensuing “firsts” over the next few weeks…first bath, first doctor appointment, first naps with daddy, first walk around the neighborhood…you get the idea. She also spent countless hours grocery shopping, cooking, and cleaning. She would ask what we would want for lunch and we would ask “is it lunch time?”

She basically made food for us 24/7 and not just any food….healthy, homemade food, the kind I grew up with and have tried unsuccessfully to replicate. Vegetables, artisan bread, baked chicken, chicken soup, and breakfast….mom made me/us breakfast every morning…eggs and toast, oatmeal (mom’s is always the best), and French toast….oh the French toast! And lest we forget the tapioca pudding…so good.

I realized this morning that I haven’t been to the grocery store in three weeks. I haven’t done a load of laundry in three weeks. I have folded a few towels and put a few spoons in the dishwasher, but mainly, I’ve only had to get up, feed my baby, and drive to doctor’s appointments. Oh and I did take showers and put makeup on almost every day as a result of the completeness of the pampering. The only thing I helped her with was bringing her into the 21st century and helping her set up the ability to pay her bills online. The rest was all her!

Alas, Cici left this morning. I honestly don’t know what I/we would’ve done without her. Josh and I both aren’t sure how and when to go grocery shopping anymore. We could barely cook a frozen pizza for lunch this afternoon. Even then, we couldn’t figure out what to eat for dinner. And there were obvious left overs from mom…but we kept scratching our heads. What did we do before mom?

I have been teary eyed several times today wondering how I would keep things going without her and after nights of feedings every two hours. I selfishly don’t want anyone to know how awesome she was because I don’t want my brothers trying to get in on the goodness when they have more grandkids.

But seriously, these past three weeks have been a true gift. Mom, there are not enough words to thank you for your love and support for us and for Miss Corinne these past few weeks. We will be remembering these weeks with fondness and joy and love for your sacrifice and hard work on our behalf. We love you very much.