It was a pretty crazy two days. We had an appointment to induce labor on thursday morning, but she went into labor on her own about 1am that day. After that, everything happened pretty fast - we got checked in at the hospital just before 10AM and called family, and then I spent a bit of the day doing some shopping to pick up some last-minute needs and food for the stay. The rest of the time was spent doting on my wife or chatting with my immediate family.
She finally started to deliver right as I was coming back from picking up dinner, and only ended up having to push for about 20 minutes. Wes was born at 7:24PM. My wife was a trooper; it went fast, and we were all in awe to find that he weighed in at 9lbs, 9oz at birth! OMGZORZ. He's a heavy guy.
Anyhoo, big or no, he's still a cranky little newborn, and we got very little sleep that night. Friday was spent watching over my wife to see if she would be ok to leave the hospital that day (birthing a 9lb child tends to leave one in less than optimal condition), and we got to leave about 5PM. That evening my son decided that it was time for MILK, and that if he didn't get any his displeasure would be heard. Unfortunately for all involved (including my neighbors), there was little to be had from mommy just yet, so last night was even longer than the previous.
Fortunately, it seems that he's quite comfortable with the sound of my Stromung exhaust and a little John Williams in the background, so taking a drive settles him down a bit.
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Originally Posted by BAN SUVS
Fixed!
Congratulations man!
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I know, but that was my excuse just for this weekend. I'll use "months and months" when I have to come up with an excuse for being tired and grumpy at work.
Here's a pic. The general consensus so far is that he got his mommy's eyes, and my ears, chin, and whopper of a nose.
Westley Alexander Paul, 09/07/06