Three Little Birds

On Monday when Karen and I got the news about our future baby's situation, we went back to our room in complete shock. We didn't say much to one another while I wheeled her back and when we got to the room we just sat there for a few moments. Karen got up to go to the bathroom and I plugged my phone into the docking station and started Pandora radio on "Jack Johnson Radio". The first song that came on was Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds." "Don't worry bout a thing... Cause every little thing gonna be all right!" I immediately came to tears and got a smile on my face. When Karen came out of the bathroom I pointed out the song that was playing and told her that it was a sign. It cheered both of us up a little hearing that song in particular. During the next 16 hours of moving rooms, laboring and delivery we consistently had the same Pandora station on to help soothe Karen and lighten the mood. As the doctors finished with the initial resuscitation in the delivery room and stabilized her enough for us tohold her hand, "Three Little Birds" came on the radio again. "Don't worry bout a thing... Cause every little thing gonna be all right!" Karen and I were in shock that that song was played at those two times. At the moment, I jokingly said to Karen, "Let's namer her Bob!" The next day, Wednesday, I took my Dad in to the room to see Harper. He came in and noticed her information tag on the front of the incubator. He asked, "Was she born at 8:25?". I told him that she was and he then told me, "Those were your Grandpa's numbers. He used to play them every time he played the lottery... 8 - 2 - 5. You should name her Bob." My grandpa's name was Bob Wilson. I then told my Dad the story of the Bob Marley song from the previous day and that I had made the same joke about naming her Bob. I know my Grandpa was looking out for the three of us on Tuesday. Later in the day on Wednesday I started to tell my Mom and sister that story from the beginning... Starting with hearing "Three Little Birds" on Monday. As soon as I mentioned the song, my Mom started tearing up. She said, "That was the song that we played at your Uncle Kenny's funeral. It was his favorite song." This made the three of us just start crying. My family was certainly looking out for us. Uncle Kenny and Grandpa were looking down on us, and I am sure that Grandma was doing the same. So... That is why I now call Harper "Little Bird" and plan on getting a Bob Marley picture up in her nursery, which is 'music' themed! It all worked out and we're not gonna worry, cause every little thing gonna be all right. =W=