When my nephew London was born, I visited the OB department at Greenbrier Valley Medical Center for the first time since Cash was born.
It has been almost a year, but the memories are still vivid. Krisinda delivered in the exact same room as Holly did. When I walked in (about an hour after London was born), pictures whooshed back into my head of the day, the hour and the moment that my son was born.
I remember the nurse and saying, "Yep, it's time to go" (as she looked at the computer monitor that was charting Holly's contractions). I remember seeing my reflection in the mirror across the room and seeing how pale my face was (I looked like Casper the ghost with red eyebrows). I remember how much my mother-in-law laughed at me for being so nervous and how much comic relief I provided to everyone (including the soon-to-be mom who was in labor!!). I remember the instant his tiny body entered the world and sending out a mass text to everyone in my cell phone.
I remember distinctly the moment that the nurses asked me to fill out a form, and I had to put his name on it. I looked up at Holly puzzled...we still hadn't decided on his name, but I remember the joy in my heart as she uttered the name that I had wanted for him for so long: "Cash William Ridpath"
As I walked in the OB doors yesterday, the nurse who delivered Cash remembered me (apparently, I was an especially memorable "nervous dad.") So many memories that I had somewhar forgotten and then re-remembered...it was great to relive that day.
