After work today Bill and I drove the two hours to Columbus to visit Leigh, Richard and baby Ryker at the hospital. We had intended to leave early but as usual Bill got slammed at the end of the day and it was nearly seven by the time we headed out of Atlanta. We were determined to visit Sammy’s playmate-to-be though and endeavoured to get to the hospital before visting hours were over. After getting somewhat lost and frustrated trying to find the right hospital we eventually made it and were soon cooing over how cute the Everett’s son is.
Ryker, 38 hours old.
and without the dummy
We came bearing gifts, of course something fun and cute for the baby, but most importantly we took along a ration pack of Dr Pepper for Richard to help keep him supplied during his first days as Ryker’s daddy.
Congratulations to Ryker’s daddy.
Both Bill and I got to gingerly hold the newborn who was being very good and sleepy. It felt very strange. He was all wrapped up in the hospital blankets and hat, and would keep stretching slightly and making little chirping noises. What struck me was that it didn’t feel that dissimilar to the feelings I get when Samuel moves inside my tummy, except this tiny baby was in my arms.
Sorry about the quality of the images, we didn’t want to use the flash and disturb the little one.
We got home not too long ago after staying at the hospital for about an hour or so. Leigh was looking really well and recovering well after the caesarian. We do have a photo of mom with baby, but it doesn’t seem right to post that without her permission, especially when she may not be feeling her most glamorous. She did look great though and seemed very at ease and comfortable.
I’m now shattered and ready for a nice long sleep. Can’t quite believe that in two months time Bill and I will be holding our very own baby.