OK so i'm obsessed with a new little man in my life.  The day before Gianna's 21st birthday we found out that she was at least 28 weeks pregnant.  To say i was surprised would be a bit of an understatement.  The following week Gianna went for an in-depth ultrasound and she calls me at work and tells me she is more like 34 weeks  pregnant and the doctor has schedualed a Cesarean Section for 8 o'clock in the morning on April 14th and Gianna decided that she wanted me in the delivery room with her. i was a wreck, where would this baby sleep, what would he wear did Gianna remember prenatal vitamins? A million worries flooded my mind.  Gianna couldn't have a baby, i was too young to be a grandmother. What would this baby call me? The four weeks seemed like an eternity.  Everyone reassured me that a baby is blessing from God. Then the morning of 4/14/14 dawns and we have to be at the hospital for 6 a.m. i pack a very huge gianna into the car and drive through the deserted streets of Highland Park into New Brunswick. The parking deck is empty As i sat and watched Gianna give birth to this perfect little person, i began to laugh.  He had a the cutest little cry and the softest brown hair and biggest brown eyes. "Gianna he's cuter than you were!" i yelled.  They ask me if i wanted to hold him, i pick up this little guy and melt. Little did i know, life as i knew it had changed forever.