This is what we like to call father and son bonding. Gives you a good shot of his hair too though! Now we know why we could see it floating around on the ultrasound.
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| Mother and son bonding. Not quite as manly as staring each other down, but possibly a bit more effective... |
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| Visitors! Grandma and Grandpa Waddoups were among the first to meet Gavin. Sarah and Joce came along as well, and then Ashley and Brent came along later to represent the Lovell side. Gavin loved seeing everyone and even kept his eyes open for a while. Thanks for the visits! |
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| I don't remember the last time I was able to touch my belly with my knees but I'm pretty sure it was when I was about this age! |
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| He's learning deep relaxation at an early age, this is his zen pose. |
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| His first outfit worn. Even though he was "above gestational average" the newborn clothes still seemed to drown him a bit. Hammer pants are back in style though...right? |
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| Time to go home! Luckily we didn't have to watch some traumatic movie that others had told us about. They did make Lindsey sit in a wheelchair all the way to the car, that was a bit traumatic for her. They even commended me for how well the carseat was put in. I didn't tell them about all of the superglue and duct tape I used for extra security. |
Just some information for those that have been requesting it:
Lindsey started regular contractions (spaced about 10 minutes apart) about 3 am Saturday morning. We spent most of Saturday as a normal day working in the yard and running errands because they weren't frequent or hard enough to slow her down too much. Then we made the mistake of going to the fabric store to pick up fabric for burp clothes, the one thing which we were still lacking. Apparently all of the estrogen and kids floating around the place kicked her body into gear and contractions ratcheted up to every 5-6 minutes and needing to stop and lean on something. So we came home, watched the Giro d'Italia stage from that day and decided with contractions every 4-5 minutes for the hour and a half during the stage it was time to go in. The midwife at check in said she was dialated enough to be checked in and while doing a quick ultrasound exclaimed, "holy cow that's a huge head! Normally I can fit it on one screen, but look, I have to do it on two seperate ones!" I think maybe she should consider a career outside of labor and delivery. Anyway, we got checked in, she labored for...a while. Then she pushed for about an hour and a half (holy cow, women are tough) and out he came. He was a healthy 8 lbs 3 oz and 22 inches long. He's done really well and Lindsey is recovering very quickly. She did it all unmedicated as she wanted and we had an awesome nurse. We were very lucky! Thanks for the support from all of our family and friends!
