We have been told that we will be inducing Friday morning if Audrey doesn't come on her own before then, which is apparently a 50/50 shot. I told Mom that she's out of luck, given how I run at coinflips.
Audrey Ruth was born at 12:35 PM on Friday, June 22. 20", 8 lb 2 oz. She immediately made a river 2 outer seem like winning a million dollars as she had breathed/swallowed a lot of amniotic fluid/blood and didn't immediately cry and turned a QUITE alarming shade of blue/purple. They were giving her oxygen and the years were peeling off my life. When she coughed and then wailed, it was the best sound I've ever heard. She is happy, healthy and beautiful. Words don't describe. GL to those who will follow her, and if she ever becomes a poker celeb, go easy on her 2+2, sheesh.
Wife had first doctor's appointment. Please update the due date to 02/05/2008. She also showed us a drawing of what the baby looks like at this point, and we're pretty sure it's a manatee. It's got a snout and flippers, so gender is unknown but species is definitely manatee.
We just went and did the ultrasound today, and this time a little baby popped up on the screen. I had been stressed all week about the ultrasound. The last time we had gotten to this point in the pregnancy it turned out that the baby had not developed and all we saw on the ultrasound screen was an empty egg sac (I posted about this earlier in the thread).
The due date is approx. January 10th. Wish us luck
Here's a quick six month update for you -- things are going very well. Our second son has turned out to be easier to deal with than the first (not sure if that's him being an easy kid or if we're better parents -- we've had this conversation a bunch among our other friends with kids) and he's a healthy, happy and very smiley baby. A real crowd pleaser!
I think I mentioned earlier in this thread that he was diagnosed with galactosemia at birth. Basically people with this condition are unable to drink milk, which would obviously be a pretty tough thing to avoid in life. It turned out Max had the much milder variant called Duarte galactosemia, and the treatment is just to avoid milk for the first year. So he was on a schedule of half nursing/half soy formula and that's worked out OK. We've just moved off of nursing and he's doing (soy) bottles full time and we're also starting to mix in some solid food (rice cereal and green beans -- yum!).
Here's a recent picture:
One more thing -- something I did with both kids was to take a picture of them in the same chair every month for the first two years. I think this is a pretty fun way to see the kids growing over time (which happens so fast in real life), and I'd recommend it to other new parents. You can see the results for our family if you click here.
Just wanted to give you all an update. My wife, Katie, is due on the 22nd - or the 25th, depending on who is talking (ultrasound said 22nd, doctor says 25th). We're getting very excited. She's huge - much bigger than with our first, and the doctor says baby is gonna be bigger this time around. Our first was 8 pounds, 4 ounces, and that seemed pretty big ... wonder how big this one will be.
We still don't know if we're having a boy or a girl - she swears it's a boy, and I'm pretty sure it's the opposite. We have a bunch of girls names that we're in love with, but really, we don't have too many boys names picked out. With our first, Maxwell, I don't know, we just really, really liked Max for a boy. And now, we have no clue what to name it if it's a boy. Guess we'll think of something.
Sidenote: My wife is a very kind, mild-mannered and professional woman. However, in the last few months, she's become very unhappy at her place of work (she's an inside sales manager at a major hotel in our area) due to a change in general managers and other co-workers. We were talking on my night off, Monday, about when she thought she was going to go into labor, and she says, "Well, I don't know. But I can tell you where I hope it happens."
To which I reply: "Where's that, honey?"
She says: "At work, obviously. I really hope my water breaks at work."
"But, honey, why the heck would you want it to happen there?!?"
To which she shoots: "So those a-holes have to f-in clean it up. Hope I just GUSH all over my CHAIR!"
UGh. Gross. But I guess that's what 95-degree heat when you're nine months pregnant with a bad boss will do to you.
Anyway, I'll write more in a week or so. Thanks to dcasper for sending me the reminder, asking for an update.
I'm terrible ... and two weeks late on this. But here goes:
My wife Katie gave birth to a baby boy at 2:05 p.m. Saturday, July 14. We named him Michael John Adrians ... 8 pounds, 9 ounces, 19 inches and very, very healthy.
Quite the relief from our first, Maxwell, as my wife's labor lasted about 14 hours less this time around. The 24-hour period in question, I worked until about 2 a.m. the night before, went to sleep at 4 a.m., and at 6 a.m., my son, Max, was yelling at me to wake up. 'BABY COMING, Daddy! BABY IS COMING! Mama water is brokend. Bathroom ALL WET! Come wake up to go get the baby!!!' It was so cute.
Didn't go into the hospital until about 10:30 that morning, got into our room at 11:45, and it was all over by a little after 2. Funny story - the nurses had left the room to prepare some things in a different room, leaving just me, my wife, and our doctor - a middle-age British woman. When Katie pushed for the first time and the head started to poke out, the Brit was like, in a thick accent, 'Oh dear. Love, don't push that out yet ... oh dear, just push, you, Jason, goodness, love, grab a towel, put your hand here bloke and, oh dear, nurse! NURSE! NURSE!! ... Oh, brilliant! You have a baby boy!' Seriously, it was that fast, and I helped deliver (have the afterbirth all over my white Adidas T to prove it, too)
Anyways, I've been home the last few weeks and go back to work Tuesday. Katie will be home with Max and Michael until after Labor Day.
That's all I got for now ... and if someone can politely walk me through a step-by-step way to post a photo or two, I'd be happy to do that, also.
Michael John Adrians. Another boy ... good stuff. Very, very happy!