Okay, people, I get the message. You want me to keep posting. I thought that I was going to get off with a one day blogathon, but the shouts of the angry browsers have been heard. I will post again. Dorry should probably be the poster though. I just don't get babies for the first year or so. ;-)
A number of people have asked me whether I am over the head phobia. Yes, my son's head is not so oddly shapen anymore. Thank God. This boy is doing all the things a two-week-old should be doing--eating, sleeping, and pooping. GO BIG GUY!
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Sleeping Rowan
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Brother and Sister
Audrey relished the opportunity to hold brother. Fortunately, she only dropped him once, and we were able to pick him up quickly--thank goodness for broad application of the five second rule.
Picture day
The boy is already getting dressed up for pictures. That makes the metro in me so proud.
Hallelujah
I have to admit that going to bed last night, I was a little bit freaked out. I was going over the songs (in my head) that Johhny Cash would have penned memorializing Rowan's funny looking head challenged appearance. I walked through the halls of the maternity ward and poured over all of the pictures looking for one picture of a baby with such a jacked up noggin--none to be found. I self rationalized that surely one of those babies had to look like Rowan Lewis upon delivery and that they Photoshopped those pictures or worked wonders with their little caps. I went back to the room, and the boy's head still looked like a big football on his little body. As I dozed in and out of nocturnal delirium, I comforted myself by flashing images of Hollywood's less beautiful men: Steve Buscemi, Leonard Nemoi, or Clint Howard.
Lo and behold, this morning I awoke to a head less deformed, a face less bruised, and an appearance that is proudly Floyd. Was it all a dream? Did the boy ever look so alien-like? Was this all distortion of the contact labor buzz? As we know, time is a great healer, and hallelujah this boy looks normal.
They have taken the boy for circumcision, I will post somephotoshopped pictures later.
Lo and behold, this morning I awoke to a head less deformed, a face less bruised, and an appearance that is proudly Floyd. Was it all a dream? Did the boy ever look so alien-like? Was this all distortion of the contact labor buzz? As we know, time is a great healer, and hallelujah this boy looks normal.
They have taken the boy for circumcision, I will post some
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Long strange trip
Starting with some Stats:
Length/height: 20 1/2 "
Weight: 8 lb. 8 oz.
Time: 8:43 pm
Dorry started pushing around 5:30 pm. Quickly they discovered that Master Rowan's Fetal Attitude was abnormal, which means basically that instead of coming out with his chin touching his chest (standard fetal position), his head was tilted the opposite direction--sometimes known as sunny-side-up. To avoid a Cesarean Section, Dorry had her work cut out for her. This presentation required far more room for his head to pass through the birth canal, so she pushed HARD for about 3 hours (and some change). My wife showed more courage and diligence than I have ever given anything in my life, and finally after hours of HARD work this baby came into the new world.
Master Rowan's work was not light. He negotiated some difficult passes, but at the end of the day he came out (looking a little alien-ish). Within a few hours, his jarhead settled out and he looked a little more normal.
Length/height: 20 1/2 "
Weight: 8 lb. 8 oz.
Time: 8:43 pm
Dorry started pushing around 5:30 pm. Quickly they discovered that Master Rowan's Fetal Attitude was abnormal, which means basically that instead of coming out with his chin touching his chest (standard fetal position), his head was tilted the opposite direction--sometimes known as sunny-side-up. To avoid a Cesarean Section, Dorry had her work cut out for her. This presentation required far more room for his head to pass through the birth canal, so she pushed HARD for about 3 hours (and some change). My wife showed more courage and diligence than I have ever given anything in my life, and finally after hours of HARD work this baby came into the new world.
Master Rowan's work was not light. He negotiated some difficult passes, but at the end of the day he came out (looking a little alien-ish). Within a few hours, his jarhead settled out and he looked a little more normal.
Medical mischief
Judge Wapner said not to "take the law into your own hands," which I did and that is a loooooong story (and a boring read), but he never said anything about taking medicine into your own hands....
We conspired to "expedite" this labor process. At the behest of a colleague we adjusted the level of pitocin. We expect results, soon.
FYI: Audrey is the last man standing. She said 6:00 pm, but the 1 inch long and 2 lb calculation may be off.
Professional interpretation of the pregnant one
Dorry has agreed to dictate a post, but since she is not a professional blogger I will help interpret what she is saying.
Dorry: "I am feeling okay but definitely hungry."
Interpretation: I can't feel my legs (and that's good), but damnit, bring me a cheeseburger.
Dorry: "My loving husband brought me a Popsicle."
Interpretation: That useless sap has finally done something to get off of his can and help me out. He will never know the pain or sacrifice, but at least he can walk his lazy butt down the hall and get me a cherry treat--nice work.
Dorry: "My epidural is working; however, I can still feel my body"
Interpretation: IF YOU DON'T CRANK THIS THING UP SOMEONE IS GOING TO LOSE A BODY PART. ESPECIALLY, YOU, MR. SMUG BLOGGER.
Dorry: "I am so tired. I would really like to take a short nap."
Interpretation: HELLO FLOYD FAMILY. Please for the love of God, GET OUT OF MY ROOM. You people could wake the dead! I am pregnant, have been in labor for 7 hours, haven't eaten a bite, and you loudmouths want to party in my freaking room!
Dorry: "I really thought this boy would have been here by now."
Interpretation: Get out of my BELLY!
Dorry: "I have a lot of tubes wires and monitors on me."
Interpretation: If one of you people pokes, prods, or rolls me over with my bum in the air, one more time, I will roundhouse kick you into next week. Chuck Norris knows no fury like a pregnant woman.
Dorry: "I am feeling okay but definitely hungry."
Interpretation: I can't feel my legs (and that's good), but damnit, bring me a cheeseburger.
Dorry: "My loving husband brought me a Popsicle."
Interpretation: That useless sap has finally done something to get off of his can and help me out. He will never know the pain or sacrifice, but at least he can walk his lazy butt down the hall and get me a cherry treat--nice work.
Dorry: "My epidural is working; however, I can still feel my body"
Interpretation: IF YOU DON'T CRANK THIS THING UP SOMEONE IS GOING TO LOSE A BODY PART. ESPECIALLY, YOU, MR. SMUG BLOGGER.
Dorry: "I am so tired. I would really like to take a short nap."
Interpretation: HELLO FLOYD FAMILY. Please for the love of God, GET OUT OF MY ROOM. You people could wake the dead! I am pregnant, have been in labor for 7 hours, haven't eaten a bite, and you loudmouths want to party in my freaking room!
Dorry: "I really thought this boy would have been here by now."
Interpretation: Get out of my BELLY!
Dorry: "I have a lot of tubes wires and monitors on me."
Interpretation: If one of you people pokes, prods, or rolls me over with my bum in the air, one more time, I will roundhouse kick you into next week. Chuck Norris knows no fury like a pregnant woman.
Now with 33% more effacing
She is now at 8 cm.
Sorry people, I wish that I could give some more exciting news, but this is 'all I got.' This little dude is nothing like his dad. I would have popped out 15 minutes early and started emailing everyone letting them know that I had made it...
For your viewing pleasure: "Chuck Norris's first words as a baby: roundhouse kick."
Sorry people, I wish that I could give some more exciting news, but this is 'all I got.' This little dude is nothing like his dad. I would have popped out 15 minutes early and started emailing everyone letting them know that I had made it...
For your viewing pleasure: "Chuck Norris's first words as a baby: roundhouse kick."
David, Chandle, and Audrey's predictions remain
Folks, we are at 1:30 pm and holding tight (or loose depending on how you look at it) at 6 cm. No real changes here. I will post when we have progress .
11:45 Update
Okay, here is the latest update. David, you will be glad to know that Dorry is 6 cm dilated, 90% effaced, and -2 station--whatever all of that means. They have propped Dorry up and think that we she could be pushing soon.
Our sweet daughter has arrived to see her mom. We are close...
Our sweet daughter has arrived to see her mom. We are close...
Guessing game
Comment participation is...lacking, so let's play a little game while we are waiting. Guess the height, weight, and time in a comment post. Dorry says, 22"/7lb. 14oz./11:44 am, and I say 20"/7lb. 4oz./12:17pm.
On a cold winter day...
Disregard the fact that yesterday it was 65 degrees. Today it is snowing and this baby is coming. Dorry's family is traveling from middle Tennessee--happy trails and safe traveling.
Water Broken
Dr. Vick just broke Dorry's water. The epidural is in, her water is broken, folks we are on course for a lunchtime baby.
23s
At 6:23, we arrived at our room, 23, at St. Mary's. We took 23 steps from the elevator, but we ended up at the wrong room--we took a few more steps. Dorry brought 23 bags, and I overslept by 23 minutes. Other than that, I can't think of any more 23 connections.
If you are planning on coming over, please call my cell phone (865) 776-0333 for the security code.
If you are planning on coming over, please call my cell phone (865) 776-0333 for the security code.
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