On Friday morning at 7:53 am, Erik and I welcomed a bouncing, or better yet, kicking baby boy. We expected him to be large, but his size exceeded our expectations... and I think the expectations of the doctors in the OR.
Surgery started right on time. I had a fabulous anesthesiologist who was quick about giving me a painless spinal and was fun to chit chat with while I was being stitched back together. Once they cut open my uterus, I heard a definite gush (sorry for the details, but I want to remember this, too). I didn't remember hearing the same sound with when Cairo was born. I had a fountain of amniotic fluid come out... in fact, they needed to get extra buckets to get it all. Apparently, the fluid doesn't typically geyser upward like mine did. After some pushing and pulling they finally managed to pull him through my incision- my 8 pound 15.1 ounce baby boy. He got a few bruises on his face in the process, but other than that all was well. It was a welcome relief for me, even before the spinal wore off, to have all that weight lifted off my lungs.
For the first few hours of his life he was known as Baby Boy Dedini. After having a chance to look him over and try a few names on him, we decided that Jonah Skye fit him perfectly. The middle name was no real question and I had been leaning toward Jonah more and more in the last few weeks. Unfortunately for Jonah, a career in fishing might not be feasible... especially with superstitious fisherman who know all to clearly the story of Jonah and the Whale. I am okay with that. Fishing is a dangerous career.
Cairo meeting her baby brother for the first time.
1 comment:
He really is so, so cute! I love that you are already blogging about it all! Congrats to you, Erik and Cairo!!
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