The day began at 5:30. Amy woke up and called the hospital to see if there was room. They said to be there at 6. We left the house at about 6:15.
Don't worry though. We got to the hospital just in time to wait.

But at least the food was distractingly scrumptious. Amy had been
looking forward to it.

About 12 hours after we got there, the epidural man was given the okay to help Amy out w/ what had finally become painful contractions. A normal epidural takes about 10 minutes. We've had 3 of those. I wouldn't say this guy is the biggest failure we've experienced but he comes pretty close. He burned through three of the "epidural kits" and finally got through on the third hole. And it still didn't work out all that well. Not as bad as with Nora Fine who did the epidural with Luke. She was so bad I remember her name to this day. Coincidentally, Nora did the epidural for this anesthesiologist's birth and messed it up for him too. That made for some pleasant camaraderie but didn't help Amy's pain much.

So to help Amy deal with these contractions, I reminded her that I had already done all the hard work about 9 months ago. She found that even less funny in her altered state.
Fortunately, delivering a baby does a lot to lift ones spirits.

We had the audacity to weigh him. 8 lbs. 12 oz. He was not impressed. That was about the only time we were able to get him to cry. He is a very content baby thus far.

But he really enjoyed his first bath.

I took a turn with my little guy.

While momma took a well-deserved rest.

The rest was also well-timed. There were a few folks who were a little bit excited about seeing their new little brother.






Justus Beric
b. June 18, 2009 8:51 PM
8 lbs 12 oz.