All that hair!

I took this yesterday, so it's the most updated photo of Boo at the moment. His hair is all fuzzy from getting it washed, so you can really see how much hair he has (that's all hair, not shadow).

2 Week Check-up

Boo is now 21 inches and 7 lbs 10 oz and cute as ever.

Today was the primary for the municipal election. So last night I did some research on the candidates. I couldn't remember if I had updated my info since we moved, so I went to the usual polling place that I have gone to for the last 6 years, and nope, I wasn't listed there. They referred me to another precinct that corresponded to our new address, and after driving over there, nope, I wasn't there either. Hmm, by that point I figured I better head home and check on Boo. Werty and I figured that maybe I did update my info, but that I registered under the same address as Werty. So, we went to THAT precinct and there I was - on the same page as Werty and my in-laws. I was more on top of things than I remembered. At least now I know where to go on the actual election day. Then we did our grocery shopping - Boo was so good today as we trucked him around, even after they poked his heel for the PKU test.

They fit!

I fit into one of my pairs of non-maternity jeans today. So that was a success. I also had some post-labor pains this evening, which are very unpleasant because of the back spasms that accompany them. I have been trying to come up with a good nickname for our little guy. Werty started using a nickname for him, so maybe we will go with that, even though it is a little silly. One of those nicknames you can't call him past the toddler stage: Boo, short for "Boo-Bear."

Motherload of Pics!

Me - moments after giving birth and seeing the baby for the first time.

Baby getting cleaned up.






Proud grandparents - they showed up just in time to watch him get his first bath.


Daddy and baby.



We found a way to get all three of us into the shot.



Most of the family came to visit Tuesday night. My grandparents came to see the baby Wednesday.

His Aunt BBug came Wednesday afternoon as we were getting ready to be checked out of the hospital. She stuck around and helped us load up and take the baby home. Thanks!


The view from the recovery room - why do guys always take pics of that? - you can see our old apartment from our room.


Putting him in the carseat woke him up enough that he was finally willing to eat, so this is before we put him in for real and adjusted it all and passed inspection. The nurses kept telling me to feed him, and every hour I tried that day, but he just wanted to sleep. He had had a full feeding in the wee hours of the morning. The mean night nurse wouldn't keep him in the nursery because he "needed to eat." Really? Did he tell you that? Because he is telling ME he needs to sleep! The wonderful day nurse took him to the nursery so I could finally sleep from 7:30-9:30am.


Yay! He's finally awake enough to eat - right before checking out and going home.


Baby with Grammy today, right before she packed up and left. She ended up changing her flight twice and staying nearly two weeks. This way she could help out and cook for us the first two days home. Check out his facial expression - cracks me up!

Details

He was 7 lbs 14 oz and 19.5 inches long. My first thought when I saw him was he was a good size, but not huge (my doctor congratulated me again on doing so well with the diabetic diet right after the birth, since he was a nice, normal weight.). My next thought was how much he looked like Werty. He is so Werty's child. I can take credit for the large amount of hair though, that's my side of the family. The hair is brown now, but has blond tips and blond eyebrows, so we will have to wait and see. He sleeps all day and is awake at night, of course. Here is a pic that my FIL took at the hospital. More pics from our camera to come. (Something to look forward to...)

BABY is home!

More details and pics later, but for now, we are home from the hospital and doing well. He is such a beautiful baby - looks a lot like his dad.

Stubborn...

We are still waiting. Doesn't he understand that if he doesn't come by himself tonight that they are going to force him out? Sorry, Julie, haven't posted because I've been spending time with my mom. We get a few phone calls everyday asking if there is any news, and so far there isn't any. There have been twinges, but that's it. At my NST on Wednesday, it was obvious that the little guy has grown and is running out of room. There was less fluid and less pockets of fluid to measure (but still within the safe range). Also, the machine recorded that I was having small uterine contractions during the test, so my body is showing signs of getting ready. But it's like it hasn't figured out yet how to start it for real.

My MIL said that I can blame Werty because his grandfather came out to see him when he was due to be born, but Werty waited until after his grandfather had to fly back home to actually arrive. My mother has changed her flight from Monday to Wednesday, so that she will at least get to see the baby before she has to leave.

Tomorrow we will leave church early to go to the hospital and start the preparations for an induction.

It struck me yesterday how hard this must be for Werty. Werty hasn't been able to do much this week except hang around and wait. He doesn't want to go too far away in case I go into labor. He hasn't gone to SLC in a few weeks to work either, since the studio has no phone where I can reach him. So, while I can at least feel the baby and stuff, he has to patiently wait and wait.