Grandparenthood -- Who Knew?

There's a Yiddish expression about humans making plans and God laughing at them.
So Inbal's due date was May 30th and I had planned to go to Israel on the 26th. Inbal had her baby on the 19th. The process had started a few days earlier.
Needless to say, I changed my flights. I left on the 19th at 11ish p.m. (Toronto time)and arrived at Heathrow at 11ish a.m. local time the following morning. Since my next flight from Heathrow to Tel-Aviv didn't leave until, again, 11ish p.m. on the 20th, I had many hours to pass. I visited every duty-free shop at least once, read a book, and most importantly, managed to stretch out on some benches and grab a few winks. I arrived in Israel at 4:30 a.m. on the 21st and was very glad to find Rotem waiting at the airport. He drove me to Inbal's to drop off the luggage and take a quick shower and then we went straight to the hospital to see Inbal and the baby.
Amit (pronounced "uh-meet" with the emphasis on the second syllable) is adorable, delicious. He has a full face and doesn't have the scrawny wrinkled look often associated with newborns. We are all busy adjusting to one another -- Amit to being in the outside world where he has to take affirmative action to be nourished, Inbal learning to read Amit's signs and cries, and me to staying up later than 8 p.m. and waking up frequently during the night.
But it's all good.
As I write, I feel tired so I'm going to lie down for a bit. We've all got to nap when we can...