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Henry’s Excellent Adventure
On the way into the hospital, I made Chelsea take one picture. The only real picture of her being completely pregnant. Figured even though she didn’t want to have it taken, I did. So here she is, at 41 weeks. Walking into the hospital to be induced.
Once we got in the room, I agreed to radio silence, minus one late night tweet about being induced and all the labor she was preparing for (that was for the people).
Now we come to the good stuff: after around 24 hours of laboring, Chelsea opted for a C-section, based on the fact that she hadn’t eaten since Wednesday morning (McDonald’s breakfast - not all that filling to begin with), and also because her epidural was not put in the correct way (a fact she later found out from another anesthesiologist who said she was basically doing natural labor for a good bit of that time).
So after a 30-minute procedure, Henry was here. And this was the first photo I grabbed of him:
Isn’t he cute?
Next, I got one of the nurses to take our picture together as a family.
They whisked him away to the nursery, with me in tow, and we discovered what originally had been thought to be either a 10-pound, 1 ounce baby (later reduced to a 9-5 baby), was actually only 8-pounds, 14 ounces. What I like to call “Our Little Chunker”.
(He’s lost weight since he’s been born, and I believe it was the pure liquid-based diet.)
Now I found myself learning all the tricks, while Chelsea was still being cleaned up and getting comfortable in our room. Once she was ready, our came to the room with our little bundle of joy for some quality time together.
Once they got acquainted with each other, we had family come in and hang out.
First, here’s Grandma and Grandpa Schneider:
Next, Uncle Danny:
Meme was there, but I didn’t get to get a photo. Jeff, Chelsea’s dad, is going to email me one soon.
Then came Ra-Ra and Granddaddy Kirk:
And of course, Aunt Jenn:
We sneaked Henry’s cousins, Grady and Alexis, back into the room. Turns out Community only allows siblings if they are younger children back there. But they had traveled all the way from Texas (God bless my parents, sister and her children - especially my dad for driving if not all, most of the way, and making it in one day).
So I snapped this of Lexi as she was checking out her newest cousin:
I’ll be posting as much as I can soon. As you can see, I’m posting at 10:45 at night. It’s not because I can’t sleep. It’s in the anticipation of him waking up and wanting to hang out for a few hours soon.
So Henry’s supposed due date is this Thursday. I thought he would come last Sunday. I was mistaken.
So now I’m starting to bribe him with cars, allowances, maybe even college tuition. I know Chelsea is ready to not be pregnant anymore. But we’re both ready just to see our little boy.
10 months doesn’t seem all that long, but when it’s the last week or so, it feels like the days are just dragging on. That might also be because I’m staying up incredibly late every night in order to prepare.
The pool is now open. Comment on here and tell me what day you think he’ll arrive. Winner gets something cool. And there can only be one winner. :)
I’m on the train home. Seems like this is the only time I have to just kick back. I’ve been working furiously to get things done at work and for a handful of clients.
So Chelsea just passed 37 weeks. This means at anytime between now and about 4 weeks from now we’ll be bringing a little baby home.
And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared.
10 months definitely isn’t enough time to prepare. But I cannot tell you how excited and anxious and thrilled to see our son finally. For months he’s been responding to my voice when I talk to Chels’ belly, kicking me in the face on a daily basis. So I’m guessing he’ll know me when he gets here.
I cannot tell you all enough of how awesome Chels has been through this process. She is the most amazing woman and soon-to-be mom in the world, but especially my world. She cares and loves Henry so much already, and we haven’t even met him. She also hasn’t freaked out on me yet, and Lord knows I’ve done a few things so far to deserve a good ass chewing. :) (We’ll see how the delivery day goes. )
She constantly worries about being a good mom, and I know she’ll be awesome because she’s already worrying. And that’s what great moms do.