The moment her pregnancy was initiated flags were raised and lowered. I suspect this flag dance is something Ocean’s maternal instinct sensed and the reason why we kept news of her pregnancy within Santa Fe city limits.
The green flag rose when her doctor confirmed the nuances of stage one pregnancy. Shortly, a yellow flag arose. But we kept so positive and hopeful that we tossed pails of blue into that yellow flag to force it back to green. An unexpected red flag ripped our positive air away. Last week, a half-mast solemn black flag swayed in the frigid New Mexico air. It was a flag of loss and change.
A skilled specialist did save the pregnancy and told my daughter and son-in-law that they could reel the green flag back into the sky.
Now there are showers to plan and shopping to do while we anxiously await the unfurling of a mid-summer’s checkered flag announcing the birth of our first grandchild.
Part 2 of this news will follow soon.
Photo: Soon to be parents, Ocean & Randy.