December 2006 Archives

Please celebrate accordingly. (And, bah humbug, there doesn’t appear to be a definitive Newtonmas link. The Wikipedia entry is deleted and locked, ho hum.) Birth story really is coming one of these days, along with more pictures; too busy with night feedings and playing around with Ruby on Rails…


More later; bed now.

Sorry, pictures aren’t going to happen tonight. Hopefully tomorrow. As of early this evening, everybody is home and settling in for some quality bonding time — which will, if all goes well, include a longer birth story write-up from me.

Here’s a brief timeline:

  • 9:00am Monday: we arrive at the hospital
  • 7:42pm Monday: birthtime
  • 6:05pm Tuesday: we’re in the van, headed home

I make that about 33 hours total time at the hospital for Mom, and just a wee bit over 22 hours for TheBaby. I think that’s really pretty good (especially relative to the week-long stay we got to have with TheChild…)

I’m happy to report that our second daughter, Andrea Soren, was born earlier tonight. Weighing in at a healthy 7 pounds, 11 ounces; measuring 21 inches. Labor took a while to get going, but once things finally got in gear, they moved right along. Mom and TheBaby (which is what I’ll call her around these parts, at least for the next couple of years) are resting; I’m going to turn in too (just as soon as I finish this Scotch…)

I had hoped to get some pictures up, but all the ones on my camera either didn’t come out or feature far too much of my skeevy face to post here. TheOlderChild will meet her sister tomorrow and hopefully some of those pictures will show up here later in the evening.

Major thanks to TheSisterInLaw, NowThis, Medley, and TheOlderChild’sFavoriteTeacher — while we probably could have muddled through this on our own, it was infinitely easier thanks to your presence and help today.

Update: Medley has put up a picture — thanks!


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Tomorrow, it all changes. Again.

Tomorrow morning, we go to the hospital for the birth of TheSecondChild.

My writing muscles are weak and flabby from neglect and while I hope and plan to remedy that in the coming new year, that means I’m not going to be able to do an adequate job of capturing even a tenth of what’s going through my head right now.

All our preparations are complete — hospital room booked, last OB visit Wednesday, infant clothes and toys pulled from storage and washed, baby car seat (re-)installed, bags packed, checklists ready for last-minute morning things. TheChild will be at home with one of her teachers while we’re at the hospital. TheWife and I will have lots of assistance — TheSisterInLaw and Medley will be in the room with us, and NowThis will be standing by outside. We’ve packed books, music, snacks, DVDs, laptop, camera. We’ve been to this place before, done this thing, have the (stained, faded) scars tee shirts.

Despite that experience, because of that experience, I’ve got a lot of nervous tension right now, T-10 hours and waiting. Wondering what’s going to be different this time around, hoping some things won’t be the same. Thinking about what color my son’s eyes might be, or if my second daughter will be as happy and as brilliant as the first. Wondering if there’s going to be another dreadful moment when the medical staff gets intent and purposeful and stops communicating with us because they’re too busy doing Really Important Things, right before your new baby leaves the room suddenly in the middle of a cloud of fast-moving medicos and the OB turns to you and looks very serious. Remembering first diapers and first feedings and first first first, and knowing that this time around there’s also going to be first meeting of the big sister, and wondering just how that relationship will shape up.

It all changes, again. Tomorrow.