How Khloe is Changing This Bitter Soul

 Khloe Ryanne came into my life on Monday, March 7th, 2011. It was a cool, late winter day, and I was hung over from Black Label Scotch the night before. I took my daughter, wife, and Sean, Khloe's father, to the OB/GYN, and he told her to go next door to the hospital and check in.
 It was time.
 I felt so nervous for Sarah, my daughter, as she lost my first granddaughter from complications due to premature birth.
 Sophia Nahomish died at Seattle Children's Hospital, and it was devastating. I feel terrible to this day that I was not there that horrible morning...
 Memorial Hospital in Yakima would not allow more than 3 people with the expecting mother, so I volunteered to go home and wait. I was hung over, remember?
  Khloe's term in the womb was a very guarded, cautious pregnancy. I prayed daily, hourly, every time I could. Sarah had obvious problems carrying babies to their full term. Drugs, diet, and rest assisted the health of Khloe at birth.
 After a few hours, I got the call that I was a Grandpa. I was still so nervous, I could feel my heart about to explode. I couldn't breathe. Great. Another panic attack. I went to the local florist, then to the hospital.

 There she was. She was not even one hour old. The nurses were fussing over her, giving shots, cleaning, placing ointment on her not-yet-opened eyes. 6lbs, 4oz. What a relief! She was crying when a nurse would poke or prod her. Another good sign...