January 4th – another Floyd boy entered the world. This time it was a much more controlled, predictable arrival. We were scheduled to enter the hospital at 6:30 AM. By 8:26 AM, after I was administered some serious body numbing medicine, Silas was born. He arrived with a shout of joy, no maybe a shout of shock and was immediately whisked away by the nurses who declared that he was beautiful. By 10 AM, after a brief stay in the recovery room, I was taken to my room where I first got to hold our new bundle of joy.
Silas is now 6 days old, almost a week. He sleeps, eats, pees, and poops right on schedule. He is very content. Davis is in love with being a big brother and I am pretty sure Silas is in love with Davis.