For those of you who dont know, Ryder's daddy is Kyle, who has been my daddy's best friend since they were 4. I guess they have some kind of romantic idea about THEIR boys growing up together and being best friends too. So everyone is very excited here.
When we heard that Erin was going into labor, we all piled in the car to go down to the hospital. Grandma Linny is here visiting, so she got to come with us too!
When we got there, though, we found Erin in tears and Kyle half freaking out. Turned out, my little buddy was all flipped around and they were going to need to do a cesarian. To ease her fears, Grandma Linny told Erin about how all of her kids were cesarians and its nothing to be scared of, which calmed Erin a little bit. But then in the next 10 seconds Grandma Linny fell off a rolling stool and flailed around on the ground like a bug turned on it's back. My guess is she might have lost a little comforting rapport with the mom-to-be at that point.
They wheeled Erin into surgery, and 2 hours later a proud new dad came walking out with a little Ryder in an incubator. In pure Kyle form, he tried to convince the nurse to stop in the hallway so he could take the baby out of the incubator and show off his son to his friends. Of course, the nurse had to forcefully protest and scuttled away with the baby into the nursery. Leave it to Kyle.
For the next hour or so, we watched Kyle fumble around the nursery like a bull in a china shop, holding Ryder and feeding him for the first time. Everyone kept holding me up to the window to watch this new little person, but honestly I dont get what everyone was making a big stink about. He didnt DO anything. He just sat. The most entertaining thing about that whole experience was watching Kyle look so awkward.
I gave up after a while and kicked a ball around the waiting room. At least I got to stay up late, right?
