I normaly dont get too personal on here, but I feel like sharing a bit today. It has been a really stressful weekend for my wife and myself, and maybe this is my way of venting or lettin the worry out. First let me give you a little background on this particular story. About a year ago my then 16 yr. old daughter got an Ecoli infection while swimming at a public pool. She ended up a pretty sick girl, high fevers that wouldnt break, severe dehydration, vomiting profusely, ect. The Ecoli infection attacked her kidneys pretty badly, weakening the left one in particular. It took 8 days in the hospital with I.V. antibiotics to get her through it. The doctors told us that after the infection her left kidney would always be weak, and she would be prone to kidney infections and to take precautions. We do, very little pop, lots of water, juice, and fruits. All had been good for about a year. About 3 weeks ago, my wife (after much deliberation, prayer, and worrying about what I would do) tells me my now 17 yr. old daughter is 9 weeks pregnant. What do you say to that? Send it back? Whats done is done. Its been tuff gettin used to the idea and tuff on my daughter realizing that all her decisions are not just about her anymore. We adapted, but it still didnt seem real to me,,,,yet. Wednesday she started coming down with kidney infection syptoms. We imediately got her on oral antibiotics. It didnt seem to be helping, high fevers & vomiting, we've been there before. Its time to get serious, espesially being pregnant. Friday evening it was time to make a trip to the hospital. They admitted her as expected, same treatment as before, but with a little extra caution. They did a sonogram of her kidneys, bladder, and of the baby, making sure all is safe. We dont know the results of any tests yet, but her fever has resided to a much more managable level. Hopefully, maybe, if she dont spike a fever tonight, she may get to come home tomarrow. She does seem to be responding better to the treatment than last year with the Ecoli. This pregnancy is going to be hard on her already compromised kidneys. Ok, here is where the realism sets in. I relieved my wife at the hospital this morning so she could go home and clean up. While she is gone is when they decided to do the sonograms, so I had to go with her because she is a minor. Thats when I saw "it",,, the baby,,, my baby's baby,,, my grandchild!!! It lives, breaths, moves, and has a heartbeat! Its real! Its that moment, when reality sets in, that makes everything else seem small. A week ago I was still in aw of how irresponsible I thought she and her boyfriend had been, today I nearly cried as I saw the life they had unexpectedly created. So,,,Brothers and Sisters of the BOC, allow me to introduce you to my (what the sonogram tech thought, but yet to be proven) grandson. 12 weeks 3 days old. Aint that somethin!