My last blog post was on August 26th. In the early hours of August 29th (3:30 am to be exact), we got "the call!" By 6:00, we had purchased plane tickets and were out the door. I vacillated between wanting to scream excitably in public, to crying, to hand wringing. And the layover in Atlanta almost caused a necessity for institutionalization on my part. But...we made it, and we made it in time! We actual followed my daughter and son-in-law to Prentice Women's Hospital from their Oak Park residence. Other than my husband coming within inches of rear-ending my son-in-law's car on the way, the trip was uneventful. We could see Jaime clutching the upper door handle when she was having contractions, so we felt like we were a part of everything. We were even allowed to visit her in the labor/delivery room, and during one such visit at about 10:00 pm, the doctor said, "You can push." Oops! We were still in there, so guess what? We got to see the birth o