Max

Three doctors, three hospitals, three cities, three kids. Here is the third. Mr Max.
I cropped out his privates - he would want that
He was 9 lbs 4 oz. 21" long. Chubby little guy, eh?

So we went in at 7:30 and got all settled. The Doctor performed an *amnionotomy* and contractions picked up. Epidural went in ok, but became occluded. Then when it "broke loose" it hit Sarah hard. Can you say loopy? She'll kill me for writing this. But she did pass out for a sec a couple of times. A little scary, but it definitely made her less anxious. And pale. And unable to see. And confused. But she was great. Max began his lifelong commitment to breathing at 1:30 pm or so. 1:36? I dunno.

And so Zoe's world is flipped, she seems to be wrapping her head around the whole concept.

Ella gets it and she seems pretty exited and happy.

Grandparents were there to welcome the three chinned chunker.

Things went really really well! Sarah is feeling really good compared to the two previous ventures in childbirth.


I'm happy as the proverbial peach.
Lots of support and love from family and friends. And lots of texting. Boy are my thumbs pooped. rotfl lol ty ibs pta ;) dnr rotc vbac nib moo. Whatever.
So we did it all for the blog. Clear back in February we were like - "Hey, lets have a baby so that if we ever start a blog, we can put a post all about the whole experience and then lots of pictures and videos so that everyone will see our awesome baby making skills." And that dream can finally be realized here at blogspot.com.
Love you. Peace out. Bring on the crying and pooing and no sleep and then bring Max home.