Arrivals...

Finding out news that my sister is with child or had a child has certainly evolved over the years.

Eight years ago we were told while she was pregnant... everyone was happy... that doesn't necessarily include Daddio and I. My sister was living out of state, with a man she had met online, was unwed, blah blah blah... but my parents were thrilled... the first grandchild!

Two and half years ago I received a phone call from my sister explaining to me she was pregnant, with a different father, didn't know how far along she was, could I help her find medical help, and would we consider adopting this child. (We knew she wasn't serious about the last part... but we did attempt to help her, she just never bothered to do anything.)

Last year, at my niece's 7th birthday my dad pulls me aside and tells me that my sister had another baby (my sister hadn't bothered to attend the party), he was in NICU and had already been there for several weeks. He felt like he better go ahead and let us know just in case my niece spilled the beans during the party.

Last Tuesday, a late phone call from my father (Daddio spoke to him) just letting us know that my sister had another baby boy that afternoon (no name given, we didn't find that out til this week).

In most families the addition of a baby is heralded, celebrated among the members...