Welcome baby BOY!

So we had a bit of shocker the other morning...Peanut came out a BOY!  Please welcome...

Desmond James

Born 1/4/2011 @ 6:42am

6 lbs 15 oz

19.5 inches

 

We'll get a shot of him smiling one day but this was our favorite brand newborn photo. We'll be sure to post many more in the next few days as we get a little more settled in the midst of our homelessness. The movers officially took all of our house to Maryland and we are at the mercy of aunts, uncles, grandmas and grandpas for lodging. THANKS EVERYONE! 

And if you're interested in the birth story read on. If not stop here and check back for more pictures later...We had our due date check up on the morning of January 3rd. The doctor told me we could induce on Wednesday the 5th if I hadn't gone into labor by then.  So we ran some errands, ate some lunch, and came home and played Dance Dance Revolution one more time to get this baby here. It finally worked and around 5pm I started having some genuine contractions. By 7pm they were fairly strong and regular. By 9:30pm I was doubling over with pain so we decided to head to the hospital. Rob, Mom and myself eagerly grabbed our bags and headed out the door.  We got to the hospital around 10pm and decided to watch a movie to wait for the busy anesthesiologist. I was not enjoying the movie very much and am glad I had two hours to cement my resolution to never have a baby without an epidural. There was only one good thing about those two hours, the ice they give you is flavored with snow cone flavoring, so I ate basically five tigersblood snow cones until the epidural arrived. Around midnight I finally got my meds, and was a very happy and pleasant Anna once again. I dozed my way through the next four hours and another movie, until my water broke at 4am. That is an exceptionally strange sensation when you are more or less numb from the waist down. After that I was ready to have the baby by 4:30am. The nurse wanted me to wait another hour for the baby to slide down farther. So she called the doc who happened to already be busy at 5:30am, just like the anesthesiologist, so I sat for another hour waiting to meet our little one.  Doc finally showed up about an hour later and delivered our little...BOY. As he's coming out she says, "Oh good your baby has all of it's parts." I go, "Excuse me? What parts?". She holds up the little tyke and says, "It's a boy!," then looks at the shock on the nurses faces and says, "Was it supposed to be a girl?", and the whole room erupts in laughter.  God sure does have a sense of humor. It was an amazing experience. One I think I just may want to do again. We are so excited and happy to have a healthy little kid with "parts" finally at home with us. He is wonderful!