Having LV's cousin Rhoda staying with us to do all the work while I got to sit around and enjoy our baby boy was rather nice though I did look forward to the day when we could send her home and be by ourselves once again.
I really looked forward to Sunday when my family would be coming to see the baby. I was sure my little brothers would be excited to meet their little nephew and Daddy would get to see his first grandson.
On Saturday afternoon LV came into the house and said that John had left a message on our voicemail that Daddy was in the hospital after a freak accident. He needed emergency surgery and no one would be coming over on Sunday after all.
I was so disappointed, but there wasn't much that could be done about that. Sunday came and friends came to see the baby bringing little gifts along that I would take to church later for him to play with during the long services. Almost everyone told us that Sailor looked just like his uncle Raymond. I couldn't really see that but knew he definitely did look a lot more like my brothers than LV's side of the family.
After staying cooped up in the house for several weeks I convinced LV that I was able to have a buggy ride. He hitched Ridge to the buggy and after packing the diaper bag and bundling Sailor into blankets we climbed on the buggy and were on our way.
Arriving at my parents home I was met with eager little brothers wanting to see the baby. Daddy was laying on a hospital bed in the kitchen. He asked to see Sailor so I laid him in his arms. Sailor slept most of the forenoon. I wished I could have a picture of Daddy and his grandson. He looked almost as proud and happy to be holding him as he used to for his own children.
I enjoyed my day immensely. Riding home I rejoiced that the six weeks would be up and we could send Rhoda home and I would finally be able to go to church again. I had enjoyed staying at home for the usual 8-10 weeks before the baby was born and the six weeks following but it would be nice to be able to be out and about again.