Parker Nolan King - Our new arrival!
Born on Tuesday, July 18th, 2006 at 10:55 pm. He was 8lbs, 8oz, at 2o and 3/4 inches.
:photo taken 36 hours after birth
After the long wait he's finally arrived. The delivery wasn't easy and there were problems, but he and mom are both okay now. Mom had to have an emergency c-section after being in labor for 12 hours. Thankfully she took the epidurral about 5 hours into it, so most of it was bearable.
Baby wasn't breathing right and had some distress right after birth - it was a pretty long and scary night but by the next day it was clear he was going to be fine and so far, he's perfectly healthy.
And we named him: Parker Nolan King. A name interesting enough, Nona and I had written down on and old fun sheet we'd filled out right after our marrage - over seven years ago. It was first on our "baby names list" remained there until delivery day. Parker it is.
He's been as close to a 'perfect' child as one could ask for. He only cries when he really needs something (and he's got some lungs!! what a blood chilling "come save me NOW" cry this little guy has!). He's been pretty easy to calm down so far checking the standard stuff.
Mom is now up and down from bed on her own and is healing as well as can be expected.
We went home from the hospital on Friday afternoon. It's been a whirlwind of broken sleep, dirty diapers, formula messes, mom nursing (going very well btw, we're very blessed in that department) spit-up and our phone ringing every 45 minutes.
Today is Sunday, but I had to really think about that. I've seen multiple sun sets, sun rises, midnights, 3:00 AM's, and mid-afternoons in the past couple days. I haven't showered, and I'm not alarmed that I currently have 2 crusty barf stains on the shirt I'm wearing right now.
And yet still, somehow, it's so worth it. The little guy has already perfected a magic trick - somehow - every time I look at him he's gotten even cuter since the last time I looked at him. And here I was worried I wouldn't automatically love my baby. I guess that worry is a thing of the past now.
I'm sure I'll be posting more in the next few days as we get on some sort of schedule and try to get back to some normal process of life around here. I've gotten emails from many of you - very much appreciated - you all have been wonderful!
Note: The pic above was shot with a fish-eye. It's the most expressive of the set from that day, but his eyes are not actually that far apart, and he doesn't look like an alien. After I have a chance to edit up some more images with a normal perspective, I'll post those up also.
:photo taken 36 hours after birth
After the long wait he's finally arrived. The delivery wasn't easy and there were problems, but he and mom are both okay now. Mom had to have an emergency c-section after being in labor for 12 hours. Thankfully she took the epidurral about 5 hours into it, so most of it was bearable.
Baby wasn't breathing right and had some distress right after birth - it was a pretty long and scary night but by the next day it was clear he was going to be fine and so far, he's perfectly healthy.
And we named him: Parker Nolan King. A name interesting enough, Nona and I had written down on and old fun sheet we'd filled out right after our marrage - over seven years ago. It was first on our "baby names list" remained there until delivery day. Parker it is.
He's been as close to a 'perfect' child as one could ask for. He only cries when he really needs something (and he's got some lungs!! what a blood chilling "come save me NOW" cry this little guy has!). He's been pretty easy to calm down so far checking the standard stuff.
Mom is now up and down from bed on her own and is healing as well as can be expected.
We went home from the hospital on Friday afternoon. It's been a whirlwind of broken sleep, dirty diapers, formula messes, mom nursing (going very well btw, we're very blessed in that department) spit-up and our phone ringing every 45 minutes.
Today is Sunday, but I had to really think about that. I've seen multiple sun sets, sun rises, midnights, 3:00 AM's, and mid-afternoons in the past couple days. I haven't showered, and I'm not alarmed that I currently have 2 crusty barf stains on the shirt I'm wearing right now.
And yet still, somehow, it's so worth it. The little guy has already perfected a magic trick - somehow - every time I look at him he's gotten even cuter since the last time I looked at him. And here I was worried I wouldn't automatically love my baby. I guess that worry is a thing of the past now.
I'm sure I'll be posting more in the next few days as we get on some sort of schedule and try to get back to some normal process of life around here. I've gotten emails from many of you - very much appreciated - you all have been wonderful!
Note: The pic above was shot with a fish-eye. It's the most expressive of the set from that day, but his eyes are not actually that far apart, and he doesn't look like an alien. After I have a chance to edit up some more images with a normal perspective, I'll post those up also.
1 Comments:
It's good to know your son's not an alien. :) I did love that movie Signs, though.
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