Lise Fox with granddaughter, Dylan.
Lise Fox with granddaughter, Dylan.

My husband and I are both retired and nothing in our wildest dreams could have prepared us for this little baby that came into our lives on February 19 this year. She was expected on February 27 and I decided to arrive in Toronto way ahead of the birth to make sure I would be there on time since our daughter lives out there.

Well, our little granddaughter decided that since nana was coming today, she was ready to meet her. She arrived the following morning. Even though I missed the birth by 25 minutes, it was the best thing ever, to be there instead of Bermuda.


My heart was bursting with pride and joy when I saw this sweet little baby being tended to by the nurse. I had been praying for her safe arrival ever since I had seen the first ultrasound. I had tears in my eyes and all I wanted to do was hold her in my arms. In helping our daughter, I felt very awkward at first, dealing with changing diapers. It had been 30 years since I had held a tiny baby. It seems like I had forgotten everything.

I took lots of photos to send to my husband, who would arrive a week later. I thought it’s important to document absolutely everything in photos because of how babies change so quickly from day to day. A friend told me there is this unique bond you will always have with your first grandchild — never to be repeated no matter how many more follow in your lifetime.

Everything about the early days and months of this unique bonding experience with your precious little one becomes etched in your memory, never ever to be repeated in such clarity as this first time. Maybe this is because grandmas are getting older as our grandchildren start arriving and don’t always remember with such clarity as the years slip by.

I enjoyed spending time with her every day and it broke my heart when I had to leave to come back home. The saddest thing is that we live so far apart; we miss all the new things that happen. Our daughter sends us photos and videos on a regular basis.

You always encounter other grandparents talking and gushing about their grandchildren — taking out their iPad or wallet to show photos of their cute little ones.

Now I’m the grandma with the photos on the iPad and I whip it out every two minutes if someone even mentions the words, “How’s your grandchild?”

Or I will say to no one in particular, “I’m a first-time grandmother now, would you like to see a photo of her?”

I don’t even wait for an answer, out comes the iPad and I show her off with a big smile on my face. Now I know what it feels like to have so much pride that you want to shout it to the world. We have been blessed with a beautiful and healthy little one.

As I’m writing this article for the paper, I’m on a plane making my way to Toronto to visit with my daughter and granddaughter for several weeks. Someone told me the first three years of a child’s life are important, so not to miss. So I shall be coming up often to visit. It’s been almost four months since she was born and I am anxious to hold her in my arms once again and just look into those captivating eyes and feel this overwhelming love for her, our granddaughter.