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When my youngest daughter and her husband announced that they were expecting, we all erupted in a chorus of joy that could rival a boy band reunion. After all, this was to be our first grandchild, and from what I’ve gathered from friends, becoming a grandmother is like winning the lottery – except instead of cash, you get adorable giggles and the occasional nappy explosion.

Having four children of my own, I strutted around like a parenting expert, convinced I knew everything there was to know about pregnancy, childbirth, and the mysterious ways of newborns. Oh, how naive I was! After a few chats with my daughter, it hit me like a ton of bricks: my experiences were about as relevant to her as a flip phone in the age of smartphones. I was basically taking a steam train to Paris while she was booking a first-class ticket on the Eurostar.

Back in my day, we learned about parenting from our mothers, friends, and the occasional dusty tome that smelled like it had been written in the Stone Age. Now? My daughter is a walking encyclopedia of baby knowledge, thanks to Google, social media, and forums where mothers share tips like they’re trading fashion advice. Nothing is left to chance. If there’s a parenting hack out there, she’s got it in her back pocket, right next to the organic, gluten-free, non-GMO snacks she’ll be feeding our grandchild.

I had to admit to her that, since my last baby was born 30 years ago, my memories were a bit hazy. My only nugget of wisdom? Do what feels right for you and the baby – preferably while ignoring any unsolicited advice from me.

The birthing process has become a whole new ball game. Elected caesareans are as common as ordering a latte at a coffee shop. Back in my day, epidurals were like the new kids on the block, and now they’re practically a rite of passage. Birthing pools are the norm, and fathers are expected to be right there in the trenches, offering emotional support and snacks. My husband, bless his heart, was in the delivery room during my births, but you’d find him sipping tea and munching on toast, blissfully unaware of the miracle (and chaos) unfolding before him. My own father? Well, he thought attending a birth was like watching a documentary – he didn’t lay eyes on me until I was practically a toddler.

And let’s talk about hospital stays. These days, mothers and their precious bundles are in and out of the hospital faster than I can say “nappy duty.” I came home cradled in my mother’s arms while my babies were nestled in their Moses baskets, blissfully unaware of the road ahead. Now, there are car seats that look like they belong on a spaceship. Honestly, I feel like I need to enroll in an engineering degree just to figure out how to strap a baby into one of those contraptions!

Then there’s the whole “skin-to-skin” thing, which is now a sacred rite of passage. My son-in-law wasted no time in shedding his shirt to bond with his newborn son, while we grandparents were summoned via FaceTime to meet our grandson within minutes of his grand entrance. I can’t help but wonder if we should just install a live stream in the delivery room for the whole family – after all, who wouldn’t want to witness that chaos from the comfort of their couch?

And let’s not even dive into the wild world of apps and gadgets that have popped up since I graced this planet with my presence. Seriously, that’s a whole other blog post waiting to happen! But here’s a little teaser for you: did you know there are now nappies with a fancy line that turns blue when your little one has done a wee? No more awkward finger probes to check the situation – thank goodness for small miracles! At this rate, I’m half-expecting a smartphone app to ping mothers with alerts like, “Congratulations! Baby just turned his/her nappy into a Damien Hirst masterpiece!” Who knew parenting would come with its own tech support?

So here I am, preparing for the wild ride of grandparenting – a role that promises endless joy, a few surprises, and possibly a few more grey hairs. Bring on the nappy changes, the sleepless nights, and the unfiltered cuteness of my new grandchild. I have a feeling this is going to be the best adventure yet!