The basic facts

1. Peter never turned his head down.

2. We went to the hospital before dawn on Thursday, May 3rd for a scheduled 7:30 c-section.

3. We got delayed by two emergency c-sections when their normal labors went awry.

4. Peter’s Mom was taken into the operating room at about 8:35 or so, and I had to wait 87 bajillion hours before I could go to join her.

5. I didn’t pass out even though I caught a glance of Mommy’s (being-operated-upon) tummy when I walked into the room.

6. Peter emerged from the comfort of Mommy’s belly at 9:04 AM, CDT.

7. He weighed 7 pounds, 15 ounces, and measured 21 inches in length.

8. He scored an 8 out of 10 on each of the Apgar tests he was given.

9. I got weepy when I brought him over to his Mom to see for the first time, and sounded like a blubbery softy. I got a little week-kneed from it, but maintained my composure pretty well.

10. When he was born he was the spitting image of his mother. And, like his Mommy, he was born with a significant head of hair.

11. Mommy came out of the surgery in good condition, but surgery is surgery and she’ll be recovering for a while. The last thing I would have ever wanted to see is my wife in surgery, but in the end it was what was for the best. I kept telling her that she was my hero before the operation, and I meant it. After the surgery I have no doubts about that assessment. I get a tear welling up in my eyes whenever I think about all that she did for us over the past nine months, how hard she worked to make sure she did the right things and avoided the wrong things to have a healthy baby. I would never have done something like this with anyone but her, and Peter and I owe her more than we can ever give back. Frankly, all the rest of the men in the world should be jealous of me and my luck in getting her to like me.

I’ll have more written up later and also post some pictures. My technical aptitude at the moment is at a low ebb, along with my energy.