My brother called, he's a dad for the first time. The baby came three weeks early and his wife only had labor for two hours. Dang, two hours?? I was in labor for 12 hours. 12 long, long, hours.
Anyhow, he's over 50 and he's been wanting a child for as long as I can remember. He finally met a Russian woman on-line through a dating service. He traveled back and forth to Russia for three years visiting with her and her young son.
He asked her to marry him and it took another year for the government to allow her to come here with a visa. It was a rocky first year for them. The language barrier was awful, she didn't understand many of our customs and it was the same for him. He almost sent her back. The young son had a difficult time in school, kids made fun of him because he dressed differently and spoke Russian, so he acted out, at school and home.
But, my brother was determined to stick it out and try and make it work. She finally started to learn English and they both gave it their all in accepting each others customs. The boy, now loves school, has done really well learning English and has made many friends. What an improvement in a years time!
She became pregnant and just a few hours ago gave birth to a little girl which they named after my mother. He called me and he sounds so happy!... Aww, I going to cry..
The bad thing, is that my mom flew to CT this morning to attend her best friends funeral. I got a call from her when her plane landed, but her phone cut off after she said she arrived. It's been off ever since. I bet she forgot her charger and if that's the case, she won't find out about her new grandchild until Sunday night. How sad, she has been so excited about the birth of this baby.
