The birth of my grandson Jeffrey Paul Wiley

Jeffrey was my first grandson.  He was born five weeks early and arrived in this world my sleepy healthy baby and I was so proud.  I remember the day before he was born-his mom had been struggling with preterm labor for months and she was in a really bad place health wise and it appeared that the baby not yet born would be in peril.  His mom was so upset and depressed I went shopping and got tons of little boy clothes from newborn to size two which looked huge at that time.  I use to get such a kick out of seeing him wear them as he grew.  I remember he was three weeks old before he would open his eyes so I could see them.  He used to cry a lot and was the most beautiful baby.  I watched him for the first time when he was ten days old and his mom brought me four pages of instructions on baby care for the night.  What fun we had.