blog comes to screeching halt???

i don't wanna bore you with poo, pee, and feeding stories. that's all i got. heh. life's so different. i'm in overdrive worry mode. can't help it!! aggggh...

fatherhood fits rob really well. i get weepy thinking about it. love you, hon.

hi at 2 weeks

just trying to find a routine, but is there a routine? also trying to get Sean to gain weight. these doctor visits and percentile stats get me really stressed out. especially since we're under the curve. pics on flickr

How you met your father

(See below for mom's side.)

Wednesday, 9:00 AM: Joo's weekly OB visit. We're now past due, and Dr. Born (yes, seriously) decides to schedule an induction. She calls in the order while Joo is strapped to the fetal monitor. We guess it will happen the following Monday, since that's Joo's birthday, and her mom's.

"You're going in tomorrow." Uhh... okay, then. Time to finish packing.

Thursday, 7:00 AM: We check into our labor and delivery room. Hospital gown, IV, blood samples. Joo hasn't been a patient in a hospital since... infancy? Still not a fan of the lifestyle. The fetal monitor is hooked up. We'll be hearing his heartbeat all day.

8:15 AM: Dr. Born arrives to break Joo's water and start the induction. Contractions start shortly thereafter, and Joo is definitely looking uncomfortable. "Don't be a hero," the doctor advises, offering an epidural. Joo will ride it out for now.

9:00 AM: My family arrives. They'll be in and out of the room all day.

10:30 AM: The pain is "a solid five". Joo requests the epidural. The anesthesiologist talks her through it while the nurse tries to position her. "Dad, you have to sit over there." Joo is mid-contraction -- a big one -- and they keep trying to tell her to move. I've never seen my wife in this much pain. I can't even hold her hand. This sucks.

11:00 AM: The epidural is now working. Joo will be connected to it until the following morning. She's not cold, but she's shivering uncontrollably. Normal, apparently, but still scary.

1:00 PM: The doctor checks in on Joo again, and decides to put her on oxygen. We don't think a lot about it.

3:15 PM: One of the obstetric nurses drops in. Actually, three. That's different. They turn Joo on her side. His heartbeat slows down noticably. On her back again. Sounds fine. On her other side. Slow again. On her back again. Heartbeat picks back up. A contraction starts, and it slows down again. Two more nurses show up. Lots of chatter. I'm just trying not to be in the way. Now they're disconnecting things. Now they're saying we need to get him out. Now they're wheeling her bed out of the room. Now one of them is shoving a set of scrubs into my arms. What just happened?

3:20 PM: They let me into the OR. Dr. Born fills us in. Labor isn't progressing well, and part of the umbilical cord is stuck in front of (beneath) his head. Every time Joo has a contraction, it's getting squished; oxygen is getting cut off. The doctor tells us we could let the labor play out, but it would be "dramatic". Okay, Joo and I agree. Let's get him out of there.

3:25 PM: Back outside. Joo is getting prepped. Longest twenty minutes of my life.

3:45 PM: By her side again. I can hold her hand.

3:50 PM: "We just made the incision."

3:53 PM: ...and there he is. Joo can only hear him, but I get a peak over the curtain. I get a few snapshots as he's cleaned off and measured, then brought to Mommy.

4:15 PM: I wheel him to the nursery, and he meets his grandparents. Lots of pictures are snapped. He's taken inside for more tests/cleanup. Family is glued to the window. I need to get back to my wife.

4:30 PM: Recovery room. Dark. Silent. Joo is shivering again. She's numb from the chest down. We make a few phone calls.

5:30 PM: Off to our postpartum room. I make a quick trip with my stepdad to get all our stuff out of the labor room. Never recovered: one pair of pink pants. Joo is inconsolable; okay, not really.

8:00 PM: Our son is brought to us, and gets his first feeding. My mom and I change his first diaper. When I say that his feet were splashing in a pool of toxic sludge, I'm really not exaggerating. :)

9:00 PM: My folks leave for the night. Just the three of us now. Okay, we need to give this kid a name.

Back in April -- before we knew we were having a boy -- I dreamt that we had a son named Sean. We collected a list of names over the following months, but I was always attached to that one. And Timothy was always Joo's favorite. We knew it would be those two names; we just didn't know the order. We wanted to meet him first.

Hi, Sean Timothy. This is your family, and you're way more amazing than we ever imagined.

birth story as told by joo

this will come in increments... and i'll use the comment section because it will be tmi. modesty, what modesty?
i'll just say right now that i'm in love with our little man, even if i have no idea why he cries. love equals insanity. :)
also, did anyone save a newspaper from 9/11?? we had one but left it in the delivery room by accident!!

went to dr. appointment on 9/10, which had me at 2-3 inches dilated. dr said, let's get you induced tomorrow. shocked look on my face..so what do you do when you know yer baby is coming the next day? i had been crampy that day and the day before so i figured any day, but to really know and have a date. yeow.
9/11 got up very early to go to hospital around 630am to start the show. rob's entourage left eastern shore MD around 4am!! did paperwork, got into a gown, started IV, blood pressure monitor and fetal monitor. dr broke my water.

Home

The legend of Sean Timothy will probably take a few days to commit to the Internet. But let's get the stats out of the way, at least. :)

He was born in Reston, Virginia on September 11, at 3:53 PM. 7 pounds, 12 ounces. 21.5 inches.

Mom's face, dad's body, say sources.

Details to come...

Tomorrow

Not much left to do.

So much left to do...

announcing...just kidding..

hello at 40 weeks. yep i'm still preggers. i think i know why women nest - it's not like you want to go too far from home, so you take on projects. maybe i'll do some gardening tomorrow. hahaha. i dunno why i keep saying incorrect things. my due date is tomorrow according to the first sonogram (I think???). i had adopted the 9/8 date in my mind and that's what i told everyone... the doctors have my due date as 9/6. and i think babycenter has it at 9/5 or 9/6. friday was my last day of work and now we wait.
(happy birthday eve, tyler, mary and garrett!)

hubba hubba! (AW)

rob's been good to me. this week i let paranoia sink in, and rob's been driving me to werk and picking me up, too. :b we have a checklist and he's big on knocking that stuff out. we cleaned a lot labor day weekend and he cleaned the bathroom! the hey-let's-hire-a-maid-it-be-scary bathroom. and he comes to dr's appointments even tho he doesn't need to. how lucky am i? sooooo dearie honey sweetie... :b if i start cursing you in labor and blaming all the world's problems on you, really i don't mean it.
Poll: were you born before/on/past your due date??

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how do i describe..? there's lotsa worry, which i tell myself not to do. mom guilt for drinking all that soda throughout. and a lot of anticipation. little one, i want to meet you.