Dad always wanted to be a grandpa. Well that's what he was about to become. I am due this week and my husband is so anxious. He hopes it's a boy because he wants to name him Patrick The Third. He was Patrick The Second, making his father the first. I want to make my husband happy so if it is a boy, I will allow Patrick. I look at my stomach in the mirror and smile. I felt him kick. I am so nervous to give birth since this is my first child; it might be my only. I kiss my husband and go to bed.

It's finally the day and I already feel pain. I tell Patrick and he takes me to the hospital. When I get there, the waiting room is empty so I call for a doctor. Once I hear that one is coming for me, I relax a little. I look at Patrick and he looks back. He gives me a small smile and I return that smile. "Janet," I hear. I kiss Patrick goodbye and head back with the doctor.

I am ready to give birth but I am not ready mentally. The doctor tries to calm me down and eventually I do. She tells me to breath and relax. I do, and it seems like everything goes smoothly. 

6 hours later and Patrick The Third is born! My husband had called over close family and friends to meet the new addition to the family. My father in-law is there and he is beaming the whole time.

When I am allowed to leave, we go straight to my husband's parent's house. As we arrive, they welcome us with warm hugs. When Patrick The First comes to me, he whispers in my ear, "Thank you for making my dreams come true. I always wanted to be alive when there were 3 generations of Patrick. I love you, my dear."

The funny part, is that I never thought I'd have a child, let alone make someone's dream come true because of my child. I never thought I'd love 3 generations of Patricks either. It's a small world, isn't it.