Our daughter was having her 20 week pregnancy ultrasounds yesterday, and late afternoon I texted her to see how it went. She didn't respond. I knew she had a friend visiting, but I kept checking my phone. My husband got nervous as well. This morning he said he was worried and I suggested he call her. He did. She answered right away and apologized for not getting back to us. Everything looked good on the tests. But we had manufactured a lot of scenarios in the absence of news. All this testing is hell on us grandparents. She was fine: its the new order of things. We get spooked.
Negotiating this tech culture is hard on us oldies. Luckily, we restrained ourselves and didn't call her late last night.
Communication is strange and the rules unclear for those of us in the older generation. They are cavalier; we are tense and expecting that if they can reach us so easily, they will. Not true. Another day, another challenge.
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