Thursday was my 20th birthday, and at around 6:30 am, the phone rang with tell-tale urgency--my sister's water broke. Giddy and nervous, my mom, dad, and I gathered a few things and drove the two and half hours to Columbia, hoping little Oliver didn't arrive before we did, but how wrong we were. A full 38 hours later, we found ourselves in the hospital waiting room, watching as they wheeled my baby nephew by in an incubator.
|My brother-in-law before going into the operating room. Quite a fashion statement :-)|
Oliver is still in the ICU because he had fluid in his lungs when he was born, but he should be out soon. I did get to see him before I left. Here are a few pictures I took with my brand new camera:
Well, I'm off to a midnight breakfast with my friend. Next time I update this I'll have jumped the giant pond, and hopefully landed on the other side. I'm nervous, but in a good way. Oh, let the games begin.