Going home......

Today I was discharged from the hospital and went home without a name for this little guy. I didn't ever think we would be 'that couple' that left the hospital without a name for their child. But we are. We are that couple. We left the hospital with a paper that said Baby Boy Rigby on it.

 

(I wish I would have taken the blanket off him so I could remember how small he was the day we left. But I didn't. It was so cold in the hospital, I wanted to make sure he was warm and cozy. I'm just going to have to imagine from looking at his little head peeking over the blanket)

 





I want his name to be perfect. I want it to be strong. I want it to be unique, but not odd. I want to love it. I want to have a story behind it.