By the time you read this, Karin will have (finally) checked out of the hospital, and we’ll have the baby home and in his crib. The rest of this week we’ll be busy adjusting to a new sleeping schedule, settling in, and getting used to this new baby thing.
Being pulled in so many different directions at once, I sometimes feel like MacGyver having to come up with novel ways to overcome the demands that baby is putting on us. Heh…
Kids, Personal
Kids, Personal
Sorry for the late post, but I’ve been a bit…distracted.
At 3:30am on February 10th, Karin woke me up to tell me that her water broke.
At 8:30pm on February 11th, our son Tyler was born! He’s 11lbs 15oz of cuteness 
In the baby recovery room, just after his round of shots
Baby meets mommy for the first time
Pouty lips, fat cheeks...pure awesomeness!
Kids, Personal
Kids, Personal
I’ve just gotten back from our second Childbirth Preparation course, so please excuse me if this post seems a bit rushed. It’s nearly 10pm and I’m anxious to relax a bit before the workweek begins anew tomorrow.
Never before did I realize how complicated child birth can be. Naively, I expected the process to go rather smoothly, with Karin notifying me one day that “the time has come”, and with that we’d spirit ourselves away to the hospital, and shortly thereafter we’d find ourselves the parents of a brand new baby boy. Little did I know about “preludes to labor”, “early labor”, “active labor”, “transition”, and “pushing and delivery”. The very thought of forceps and suction cups was entirely alien to me. Learning about “tears”, “epidurals”, and “perineums” made my head swim and concern grow for my wife and the challenges she’ll soon be facing.
Let me tell you, the first thing I’m going to be doing this week is picking up an exercise ball, brushing up on my “he-he-he-whos”, and making sure that I’m ready for my part in this grand experiment. I’m growing more and more nervous about this whole thing, but can’t wait to greet our new baby boy in February.
Kids, Personal
Kids, Personal
Karin is five months along in the pregnancy, which means another round of sonograms to see how everything is progressing. The good news is that the baby doesn’t have two heads, which was a strangely bizarre concern of mine. With that worry put to rest, the sonogram lady (do those people have job titles?), gave us another bit of good news…it’s a boy!
Profile of our strapping young lad
I really couldn’t care less if we were going to have a boy or a girl, just as long as it was healthy. I guess it’s the desire of every dad to have a son, and I really was no exception. I guess now that we know the sex of the baby, we can begin to decorate the baby’s room and lock up all of my toys. That darn kid isn’t getting within ten feet of my Star Wars collection 
Kids, Personal
Kids, Personal
And so, as the eventual February delivery date looms ever larger in the distance, my parents are ramping up their excitement of the addition of a grand(whatever) to the family. My mom has now gotten to the point of surreptitiously leaving behind choice reading material whenever she stops by for a visit. At last count we’re been the lucky recipients of The Mayo Clinic Guide To A Healthy Pregnancy, Does This Baby Make Me Look Fat, The Complete Pregnancy, Your Pregnancy Week By Week, and these two well-preserved pamphlets from the 70′s:
Nothing like a little light reading, no?
Oddly enough, this is *exactly* how I got this third degree burn on my upper arm (sans the doll and ponytails). I wonder if my mother ever read this darn thing…
BTW: Was there some sort of legal obligation for women in the early 70′s to wear their hair like this?
Just curious
Books, Kids
Books, Kids
