KiltedCowboy
Well-Known Member
Ai yi yi! Yesterday was quite the hectic day for me. First off, it was Saturday, my one of two all-day shifts at work. With that came a long prep sheet, maintenance men, janitorial staff, scrubbing the floors, dropping fries, phone dying, and pants ripping...
But that all seemed moot point.
My nephew was born. At 18.5" inches and 4-pounds-3-ounces, he was seven weeks premature. I got to the hospital as quickly as I could right after work, getting there at around ten at night. I stayed with my sister the entire night. Next morning, I saw Christopher Luke Elliott for the first time. He was breathing on his own without the help of a breathing tube, coming along quite well despite all things. He wrapped his hand around my index finger. It was surreal, hitting me at that moment.
I had a nephew. I was an uncle.
But that all seemed moot point.
My nephew was born. At 18.5" inches and 4-pounds-3-ounces, he was seven weeks premature. I got to the hospital as quickly as I could right after work, getting there at around ten at night. I stayed with my sister the entire night. Next morning, I saw Christopher Luke Elliott for the first time. He was breathing on his own without the help of a breathing tube, coming along quite well despite all things. He wrapped his hand around my index finger. It was surreal, hitting me at that moment.
I had a nephew. I was an uncle.
