Wednesday, February 22, 2006

What weighs 10 pounds?

1. A bag of flour

2. My cat

3. A medium sized bowling ball

4. The average Pekinese

5. Our son (!)

As it turns out, Garfunkle ended up being on call when we went to the hospital, and he stuck around for delivery. (I think that the three other patients in labor and the fibroid surgery had something to do with him working on his day off...) After stalling at 7 cm, the doctor began to make noises about a c-section. Since there was no operating room available, I was sent to walk the halls. When I stalled again at 8 cm, a pitocin drip was started. The doctor appeared again about 90 minutes after the pitocin was started to finish the discussion about having a c-section. Luckily, I was ready to push when he returned, so Bigfella was birthed naturally. Garfunkle eyeballed his weight at 9 pounds, and was a little sheepish when he found out his actual weight was 10 pounds, 5 ounces.

Life with Bigfella has been going well. My parents came for a visit, which brought with it the duality of stress and comfort that parental contact always brings. They left this morning to return home. Bigfella is almost back to his birth weight, which the lactation consultant was thrilled to discover today. Our cloth diaper attempt is much more successful now that the diaper service brought us small covers instead of newborn ones.

And, we of course, are absolutely in love. He's the cutest, most alert (clearly a sign of intelligence, right?) baby ever.


At 7:22 PM, Blogger Blondie said...


At 9:07 PM, Blogger Kiles said...

i have only found your blog today, it is great, I wanted to say congrats on your son.
I hope all goes well :-)
well done

At 8:37 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

heh, parents always think their child is the smartest ^_^


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