My grandson
At 6:20 AM EDT on Thursday, September 28, I was standing on Litchfield Beach in Pawley's Island, SC, when my phone rang and my son-in-law said, "We're at the hospital."
At 11:45 EDT my plane touched down in Atlanta. I called my wife and she answered with, "I can hear them say, 'Push.' I'll call back in a few minutes."
At 11:48 EDT, Martha called back, "Your grandson has good lungs."
At 12:10 EDT, I was in the tunnel between Terminals D & C when I got to listen to Rowan cry.
At 12:20 EDT, my son sent me a text message with the picture of mother & child.
At 3:05 CDT, I was back in Chicago and had Rowan Leif, 9 lbs 7 oz 22" in my arms.
