Last Wednesday, I was walking into our Board of Directors monthly meeting and got a phone call from my sister, Angela.
She was in labor and off to the hospital.
I went to my meeting and then raced to the airport to try to get there in time. You see, this is my sister's fourth child. We weren't sure exactly how long she would be in labor. I kept envisioning the scene from Monty Python's The Meaning of Life where the Mum is washing dishes and has the baby. "Get that, would you dearie?"
Anyway, missed the first flight, sadly, no room. Got on the next one and ended up in Pinehurst at 1:30am.
At 6:00am, my darling little Andrew Hubbard made his appearance. He gave us quite a scare at first coming out in a lovely shade of blue but Angela's doctor was quite masterful and he was pink within seconds.
Andrew is a name they like but Hubbard is Dyda's and my father's middle name. That little fella has a lot to live up to!
Andrew was 8 lbs 11 oz (I won the pool, by the way, I said 8lbs 12oz). Quite a chunky fella.
Now, my sister has two girls and two boys. The perfect little family. Angela was quite the trooper, as her blood counts did not allow her to have any drugs. I don't know how she did it. She looks amazing here!
As for me, I was back at my desk on Friday morning. 36 hours from departure. Took me about four days to recover but totally worth it.
Aunt Binky + Andrew = TLA
Welcome to our family, little fella!!!