It's been a busy couple days over here.
There are many of you out there who deserve to hear this news by phone. Or by getting an e-mail. Or through a sarcastic gorrilagram of some sort. But I just can't manage it right now. As you can see by the picture, we're all pretty tired around here.
Everyone always says things like, "The labor was 8 hours long..." or "She was in labor for 15 hours." Or something like that. I don't know where to officially start counting the official labor, but she started having contractions Friday night, and we had the baby Tuesday morning. So no matter how you count it, it was long.
The end result is pretty good though. Little Oot is healthy and happy. He resembles his daddy in that he likes boobs and sleeping. Everything else will be sorted out later.
I won't trouble you with his measurements. I've never really understood the desire people have to quantify a baby. "He's X big and Y long," As if the baby is a fish you're not sure you're going to keep. Or some prize potato you're hoping will win a prize at the county fair.
Rest assured that he does posses mass and volume. He has all three dimensions and the requisite number of usual parts. He is a boy child. A Libra. Full of grace. An ox. Pinkish in color. Soft. And we have just received independent verification that he is cute as a button.
I've been stockpiling blogs over the last couple months, so you'll see some of those when I'm too busy writing and being domestic to write a new one. If anything, posts will probably be more frequent for a while.
If you have a piece of baby advice (and it seems like everyone I meet does) feel free to post it below. I will also accept cute baby stories. Everyone likes cute baby stories.
Sweet dreams everyone,
posted by Pat at 4:20 AM