Sorry it took so long to get back to y'all. Well, my plan was to drive down a month before the baby's due date, spoil my dd, and arrange a small get together. The car was loaded, we had driven into town to gas up, then we got the call. The doctor wanted to do a cesaerean in the next 3 hours! We were 7 hours away. I called my sister in tears because I didn't want my dd to deliver alone. She was babysitting her grandchildren but juggled everything so she could drive an hour to the hospital. She was in the waiting room when she called us to announce the birth of our 4 lb, 4 oz granddaughter.
She wasn't alone. The pharmacist from Publix, her boss, was in the delivery room with her, held her hand, and took photos. I will forever be grateful for that woman. Several friends had given dd gifts. The Methodists and Baptist church ladies showed up and brought beautiful gifts and added their phone numbers in case she needed help. They brought her new, beautiful, baby clothes, feeding equipment, diapers, blankets, and gift cards. We're not even their denomination. Wow. The Catholics offered casseroles.
A dear family friend who is a Catholic priest outside of New Orleans, asked if he could travel over (a 6 hour round trip) and perform the baptism. DD was estatic! My God-daughter, who is 17, offered to sew the christening gown. DD said sure and made her the Godmother. Since the baby was so tiny, she had to stay home away from groups of people. So, no Christmas with the family, no church, no shopping. The baby was 7 weeks old at the christening and it was her first public event. Dear friends traveled 7 and 8 hours one way just to be there. That's when I had the big party. Few people brought gifts since they had already given them. It didn't feel like a gift grab. It felt like a thank you to all the guests for being there for my daughter.