The cat's in the cradle. (That's "trouble", our elder cat.)
9 pounds, one ounce.
22 inches
His apgars were 8 and 9
Labor started for the first time 1t 10:00 PM Friday night, went for 4 hours,
and stopped.
My folks had been over, and as soon as they left, C began contracting very
frequently. (Every three minutes or so). Like a good little first-time
husband, I panicked. I read off the description of the "transition" stage to
her, 'agitated, bursts of energy, irritable', and she almost collapsed
laughing. Everyone else has asked "was that her or You"? I
didn't think it was that funny. :)
It restarted the next night, again from about 10:00 to 2:00.
The final session started in earnest 7:00 PM Sunday night.
We transferred to the hospital at about 5:00 AM.
C-section complete at about 10:49.
Here he is, somewhat more placid, a little later.
Hospitals, even those who have policies advocating breast-feeding, still have staff which feel that formula, in large quantities, is the solution to nearly every problem. If you feel strongly about this issue, go into it well educated, and prepared to fight. This shouldn't be the case. Bleah.
Uncle Steve got a chance to feed him...
And Trouble went from exploring the new equipment to exploring the new
arrival.