At 10:30 AM yesterday I got a little bit tired of my current living quarters. The ceilings were a little short, no granite counter tops, the facilities were cramped, and I couldn't get a good run in, you know the drill. So in an effort to suspend my sentence of 40 weeks in utero, I dropped my little heart for a while to see if that would get me a parole. Sure enough, there were plenty of people to agree to this.
By 11AM I was on the operating table, and at 11:10AM I was making my debut into the world, bottom first. I realize that I'm only 32 weeks old, but I have been told I'm big for my age at 3 pounds 7 ounces. Mom didn't seem the worse for wear, and Dad couldn't seem to stop staring at me. They both cried to see me the first time, but I think that will quickly turn to laughter. I squealed on the table to let them know of my arrival, and things went fast after that.
Doctors cleaned me off, and wiped me down. Dad put on the first diaper, I shook mom's hand for a job-well-done,
and away we went to the neonatal intensive care unit (NICIU). Here was even more fun as they put a hat on my head, got me into a little tanning bed, and even gave me some sunglasses. It was here that I first learned what it meant to be doted over. I had everyone and their mother looking at me. I let them know that intubation was for sissies and I just needed a little CPAP help for some positive air pressure in my lungs. Everything else looks okay and I think that I may throw a party a little bit later.
Love to you all,
Patrick Andrew
1 Day Old
OK, so I've been checking here obsessively since last night, looking for more updates and pictures! Thanks for sharing. Any idea how long everyone is going to be at the hospital? How's Mommy doing?
ReplyDeleteCongratulations. So glad the 3 of you made it.
ReplyDeleteLove, Lorene and the Big Chuck