Sorry for kind of dropping off the face of the earth for a while, but if you haven’t already figured it out, I had a baby. This post is going to be a bit wordy, so feel free to skip to the pictures if you want. They are pretty cute. Can’t say that I would blame you.
For those of you who enjoy Baby Story on TLC, here’s what happened: Wee Baby X was born on August 3 at 9:24 pm, which is a far more civilized hour than his big brother Ike chose (3am — thanks, bud!). Everything went swimmingly in the labor department, because apparently I shoot babies out like a potato gun. Everything did not go so swimmingly in the naming department, because as we all know I have commitment issues and choosing a name for a person to use his entire life is a little more stressful than choosing drapes (barely). And so Baby X remained nameless until the very last minute…
The minute at 2am when a random doctor woke us up and took our baby to another hospital’s NICU.
Not to be all melodramaculus, but watching a bunch of people wheel my baby away in one of those plexiglass boxes filled with IVs and tubes was possibly the worst moment of my life. And to top it off, they weren’t exactly sure what was wrong but suspected he would need major intestinal surgery.
We decided we better name the baby, and so he became Luke O’Connor Roy.
Now, I had this in mind when we chose his name:
Cool Hand Luke will beat the shit out of any obstacle that stands in his way. Also he can eat 50 eggs. Also also, he is very hot.
Meanwhile, I think Ben had this in mind when we named the baby:
Anyway, to make a long, sleep deprived and tear stained story short, after many crappy tests and poking and prodding my days old baby, they decided he had pyloric stenosis and required laproscopic surgery. By this point we were just glad to know what the problem was. They scheduled surgery immediately and a few days later Luke came home with us.
And then this happened:
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww. My hormones are working overtime and I want another one already.
(Not going to happen)
We’re all happy and healthy now, and Ike is adjusting to the new situation fairly well… except that he keeps commanding Luke to start walking and talking.
I’m going to take a few more weeks off before returning to the blog, at which time you may find that an alarming number of posts about chocolate cake have replaced decorating decisions
Nursing makes you hungry.
If you’ve sent me an email lately and I haven’t replied, I apologize. But know that I have soaked up each and every one of your well wishes like a virgin pancake soaks up maple syrup.
Love you all and see you soon!