Short on time here as I have made a quick run home to get some clean socks and eat something other than Erika's table scraps (I won't let her give me whole pieces of food from her plate......even I draw the line at stealing food from a new mom.) I wanted to put up a quick post about the birth of our first.
Born at 2:41am on September 11th we took one look at this 8lb 12oz 21inch long kid and knew that he was a Scott, and like his dad, grandpa, great grandpa, and even great great grandpa his first name will be Raymon (no "d" people....its a family thing). I'll tell you Kent came in a close second and will be heavily considered should we have another boy, but when it came down to it he just felt like a Scott/Scottie......maybe even a Scotty? I don't know about that "Y" yet. We'll see.
When he was born the nurses were a little concerned about his labored breathing and so he was admitted to the NICU. After a night in there he was much much better but a fear of infection is keeping him there until a blood culture comes back.(even though he is acting like a perfectly healthy baby)...So we make regular tips in to give him the basics. You know,feed him, hold him, kiss him, discuss the subtle nuances of the west coast offense and the tampa 2. "Son, son, listen to me between sucks there. Now you can almost always tell where the zone blitz is coming from by watching the safeties and the stance of the off side defensive end....."
We have had nothing but the best of support from friends and family and look forward to being able to thank each of you individually once things settle down a little here.