(G) S, this one doesn't feel like the others... What time is it?
(S) 11:30, What's it feel like 1 to 10?
(G) It's a six.
(S) Well that is different
(G) Arrrrrrrghhhhhh (thats a moan, case I spelt it wrong)... hee hee hee hoo | hee hee hee hoo
Call the hospital, see if we should come in.
(Hospital) We will be expecting you.
(S) Show time
(S) Lets see... G's bag, Peanuts bag, oh and camera, cuz Aunt K would absolutely flip her lid if we forgot pictures. Oh sweetie lets get one last picture so we can remember how big you got. No we won't ever show it to anyone. Let me help you into the car, no wait... plastic bag on the car seat. Ok now.
(G) Do we have everything?
(S) No
(G) What did we forget?
(S) I Don't know
(G) Wait for the garage door to close
Turn down the volume on the headlights, flip the high beams on the radio... focus man. Should I call 911 and get the escort to the hospital. It would be kind of fun chasing the cop rather than the other way around.
Sweetie you wait here. I will get our stuff together and after your contraction we will walk in.
Five contractions later...
Can we help you?
Yes, two to check in please; do you have a room with a view?
The blank look on her face would indicate she missed the joke.
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If you want to hear the labor story, talk to G, as she experienced it. It really is hers to tell, I was but a witness. Though I would like to say that Matthew 24 now has an expanded understanding.
It was a splendid event. I was going to say that I got to help, but perhaps the mid wife was just accommodating. The environment was peaceful. The cast of players were so calm and supportive. They seemed as excited about seeing Peanut as we were. Their hearts were full of love for G, Peanut, and myself
I took my eye off the crown to make eye contact with G, blinked, and bam there she was, in all of her purple with white frosting glory. The purple goes away right, I don't want people thinking we gave birth to a hickey or Barney for that matter. She instantly began to gently cry, no swat, from the birthing canal straight atop mother. And the countdown to a graduation car has begun. Nephew S., do you think we should get her a Hummer?
The impact of what occurred won't hit me for a time. D told me that Peanut is the most important thing I will ever attempt in life. With all of my theological & philosophical reasonings, I would have to say I agree. This little bundle of poo and funny faces has captured me. I have seen my father, mother, myself, G, and nephew S in her. And believe it or not, I am taking credit for the hair.
So enough with the words. I know you are just here for the pictures.
Peanut five minutes after birth.
It was so nice of the baby nurse to put papers down for her to lay on. It looks as if she is trying to land the knock out upper cut.
Peanut One hour and five minutes after birth.
Wow... 6 lbs. & 15 oz. It's all in the hair.
Lets see... this recipe calls for 7 lbs. of Peanut. (Pretty Punny huh?)
Peanut one hour and seven minutes after birth
While she was tanning, the nurse checked her bones, soft spot, palette, nostrils, and the works. All was well. I was to sleepy to be worried.
Peanuts hairy abundance
The cone has corrected itself. G says it would be wonderful if she kept the curls.
S wants to shave her head so they can be twins.
Strongest woMAN competition
S picked out the ribbons all by himself. The ribbons were to put a smile on mommas face. It worked. Hmm? If two ribbons makes momma smile, I wonder what fifty would have done.
By the way, they use KY jelly to secure the ribbons. It seems KY is the duct tape of the medical industry.
Momma is beautiful
Daddy begins the 'wrapped around' process
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