born on a cold December morning
12 - 21 -12
The happiest days are when babies come.
- Melanie Wilkes
Gone with the Wind
For memory's sake....
-We slept pitifully the night before. I was SO anxious and excited.
-Because we were up so early, Capt' Steve had plenty of time to shave his mustache. Think: beard trimmed down to a 'stache just for laughs. He teased me relentlessly about keeping it for the birth.
-Stephen Small wore a Santa Claus wig and beard for majority of the wait time. Also, he was very troubled about mine and the baby's well being. It was sweet and sad...because he just didn't understand.
-Laurie was oblivious to everything but my mom's purse (her favorite thing in all the world to play with).
-My father in law read Psalm 127 to us before they rolled me back to the OR.
-Everything went great! All the anesthesia worked as planned. To my surprise the CRNA working my case was a Chi O with me at Auburn. I had not seen her in years. It was a welcome distraction to have someone to chit chat with while they prepped me for surgery. It took the edge off my nerves.
-He was BORN! A boy! 9lbs 10 oz! So big. I was more shocked by his weight than gender (even though I thought he was a girl the whole pregnancy).
-George Edwin named for
George (my brother, my grandfather)
Edwin (Stephen's grandfather)
-I kissed him briefly in the OR but because his lungs were a little "rattley" he stayed in the nursery until noon. He was born at 7:30 am. The meds I was on for pain helped me not be too anxious about this.
We love him more than life itself. He fits right in. His temperament, so far, is precious and sweet. He's not often fussy. He's been smiling this week. He loves his paci. He's growing like a weed. We like to gaze lovingly at him as say "oh, baby George!"