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Quite a couple of ladies I've got.
Man, we're fried. Short version: Everything went great. We got to the hospital, no problem. Dr. Betty Lee worked her magic and Lucy Power Tallman was born today at 3:01 p.m. She weighs eight pounds, ten ounces and is twenty and one-half inches long. Sarah is doing well, not much pain at all.
Thank you to everybody who's visited, called, and in any way wished us well. You are superstars and we are grateful. Here's a neat fact about me: Number of diapers I'd changed before today: 0. Number of diapers I've changed today: 4.
I am slowly changing into a Dad.
The butterflies in my stomach are kicking my ass.
Sorry about the language. After a few back and forth phone calls with the office of Dr. Betty Lee and Cedars, everything is set. Sarah is scheduled for a C-section at 2:30 tomorrow, which means my father wins the pool. Congratualtions JOHN TALLMAN, your Prius is in the mail.
The surgery should take about 45 minutes; the first 5 are for Lucy and the remainder are for Sarah. I don't know what my state of mind will be afterwards. Somewhere between euphoria and forgetful nincompoop. Apparently the surgery is quite easy on the baby, which is nice. It's a longer recovery for Sarah, which sucks, but her Mom is coming in to save us when we get home, which is delightful.
Should be about 4 days in the hospital. We've been told that they have Wi-Fi there so updates will be possible. If you see pictures of a grumpy troll, that's me. If you see pictures of a baby with cheeks like she's storing food for the winter, that's Lucy. If you see pictures of a suave African American gentleman, that's Lando Calrissian.
Lucy, meet your mother.
Throughout the pregnancy, Sarah has apologized to me for being "crabby". This is crazy talk. She has the HARDEST JOB IN THE WORLD, which is to carry this kid around with her for almost a year. Her body is constantly changing, growing more and more uncomfortable each month. And now, as we reach the final moments, she's told that she has to walk into the operating room for her C-section. That's just nuts. I guess it has to do with keeping her flexible or minimizing pain medication or she lost a bet or something.
Sarah feels guilty because she can't do as much around the house as she'd like. I understand that feeling but I don't subscribe to it. For me, taking care of her is how I get to participate in the pregnancy. Sarah's doing the real work, I'm trying to keep up with her. She doesn't get a break. She goes from nine months pregnant to recovering from surgery AND being a New Mom.
Yeah, I'm biased. I'm married to her, she's my best friend, I have a crush on her, blah blah. It's always tough to watch the people you love going through hard times. But Sarah... she's awesome.
She has her father's cheeks.
This is a 4-D picture of Lucy. I have no idea why it's 4-D; when something's in 3-D, the third "D" is depth, added to height and width. The fourth "D" should be time, but I'm pretty sure this picture is from 2008 and not taken at The Battle of Hastings. And yet, the doctor said, "This is in 4-D!" I don't get it.
We had our "final" appointment with the doctor today and we're about to schedule a C-section for next week. We have to wait until Lucy hits 39 weeks, Tuesday the 12th, which allows for her lungs to strengthen enough to expel fluid on her own after the birth. So it'll be next week, we won't know exactly when until we hear back from the hospital.
Hopefully that'll be tomorrow so we won't have to wait it out over the weekend. I think I just successfully quit biting my nails (Sarah took me for a manicure and that magically did the trick. It was my second; first one was for the wedding.) but my stress level, she is climbing. "Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue."
A close-up of the changing table. Notice the dangling power cord from the air conditioner! Danger abounds in the baby's room....
Just a couple shots of Lucy's Room.
Bless her heart.
Comic Con 2008 was this past weekend. I've gone down to San Diego for the past six years to check out all of the Nerdly delights; kind of like Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, except that the chocolate is Batman, Indiana Jones, and Harry Potter. Despite my hesitation due to the proximity to Lucy's due date, Sarah encouraged me to go down for the day on Sunday. "But you love Comic Con!"
Yes, I do. But her, more.
