Tuesday, December 18, 2007

We DID It!

So, despite all of my neurotic worry about drinking (before knowledge of the wee alien inhabiting my uterus), over-doing it and not resting until I was forced to do so by the evil toxemia and despite, even, my anxiety and worry about delivering my baby at 37 weeks, 4 days (a full 15 days ahead of my original due date, and two full days ahead of my nicely planned, scheduled c-section date...), he is here and he is PERFECT!

Thanks to my sister, Ashley, for posting a quick announcement of Zane's arrival and one of his first pictures...proud auntie, indeed! Following is a shot of Baby Zane with his equally proud Pops, just about 10 minutes after delivery.

I'll be posting more about him in the days to come, but I wanted to at least check in and let you know my bid for WME is in FULL effect.

To wit, immediately after delivery, I thought of MYSELF first (and the nasty magnesium sulfate coursing through my bloodstream...) instead of nourishing my child at the breast. The poor dear was forced to swallow Enfamil from a syringe until his mother could 1. keep her eyes open for longer than 3 minutes at a stretch; and 2. not shake violently from the medication; and 3. not vomit violently from the mag drip. Even more, the temperature in the room was cranked down to 50 degrees (I'm not exaggerating...) because Mama was sweating. Nasty, nasty medication, that magnesium sulfate.

Then, the next day, I spilled ice cold Gatorade on the poor lad's head while attempting to coax latch-on while holding an icy beverage. Greeeeaaaattt job, Paige. That happened while my night nurse was at my bedside...I'm surprised they let me walk out of the hospital on Saturday with my sweet little boy.

PG and I BOTH should earn points for the drive home...while we properly installed the infant seat in the proper position in the back seat, we both sat in the front seat, giddily holding hands and congratulating ourselves on a job well done. Until we parked at the pharmacy to pick up my pain meds. Poor Baby Zane was slumped in his seat, head completely lolled to one side, with ice-cold hands from the AC vent directly overhead. I thought poor PG would burst into tears. He admitted to being "scared." I shrugged it off with a "we'll do better next time." And we have. ;)

If you want to see more pictures, follow this link. PG did a really great job of telling the story of Zane's arrival.


Grandmoo said...

Dear Paige and baby,
Your portrait at 35 weeks is absolutely spectacular. May the rest of your life (except perhaps the first 200 nights, the whole second year, and maybe your teens) bring you as much joy as is evident in that beautiful photo!

*pab said...

thanks! we are doing great (so far...) :)

Chaotic Joy said...

I cannot possibly award you a single point when your efforts produced a baby as beautiful as that. He's just perfect. The pictures of him, laying so small in his crib, or in his daddy's lap with a tiny head under a great big Santa hat made me bawl. It feels like ages ago.

And by the way, they all look like that on the ride home from the hospital, they just don't make car seats small enough for the newborn babes. He'll be bigger and less floppy before you know it.

Congratulations to you and your family. I am so happy for you.

emmay said...

Mag is HELL!!! This comes from personal experience. (4 days on and off with child #1, 6 days on and off with child #2).
Unless one of us leaves our child on the side of a highway, you're pretty much a shoe-in this month. But I suppose you can get a point for nearly giving him frostbite before he even made it home.
Congratulations on your beautiful little boy!

Chaotic Joy said...

Wait...so that means if I leave one of my children on the side of the road I can still win???

karen said...

Zane will drop many a sticky beverage on you, so it's sort of only fair you should get in an early shot. I agree with Joy - we can't award points for perfection like Zane!

I suppose now would not be a good time to write about making Chris stop the car on I-78 so I could invite Ross to walk home?

Spice Girl said...

OH MY GOSH. I have rarely seen a more beautiful newborn (excepting my own, of course!) and you look so good, I could hate you, except you instituted Zero-Nutrition Thursday, which is the best thing since sliced bread. Really. And hey, that's only two days away. Better get ready. :)

Enjoy your sweet baby. Almost (almost) makes me want another one.