As many of those who routinely read this blog know, Lucidia Rose Lohman was born on Thursday, December 18th, 2008 at 8:59 PM by Cesarean section at Mary Black Memorial Hospital in Spartanburg, SC (quite a few details there, huh?). She was 8 lbs. and 6.6oz at birth and 19.75 inches long (with a big head and “shoulders like a linebacker,” according to the doctor. Despite quite the deviation from our planned birth due to Mom’s elevated heart rate and blood pressure, Mommy and Baby Lulu are doing great, resting in our room until discharge, planned for tomorrow morning (Sunday). Grandma and Pop Pop (Mommy’s Mommy and Daddy) have arrived, and visited with Lulu earlier tonight. Mommy and Daddy are tired, but can’t wait to bring home our little Lulubean.
MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH more to come soon… in the mean time, check out Lulu’s Flickr Photostream and her YouTube videos!
Too-doo-lulululululu!
L&D was a bust.
Just a bunch of waiting, tons of unrequited photo ops of Kel in her ill-fitting hospital gown (though we did snag a video of Kel imitating the kindly blood tech [cool word for labbie who drew some blood] and his lisp to end all lisps), and a few disorganized contractions. Turns out Dr. Boob (as Kelly calls him) overreacted to a pee-stick result showing +infinity protein and sent our mom-in-waiting to be induced. While Dr. WHY-AT was not much help at all (gruff codger that he is), the nurse that assumed our room (368) on evening rounds explained things in a bit more depth. Kel’s tests were OK, save for her blood pressure and protein… nothing we can’t ride out at home.
For now, we watch the Eagles on MNF, hoping that our daughter, having had a brush with the lovely sterility that is Mary Black Memorial Hospital, is interested in finally making her appearance before Haley’s comet makes its return.
Why is it that these “parents” people insist on monitoring me every few weeks? I have been gestating (officially) now for 26 weeks and 1 day and, to celebrate, my parents took me back to that hospital for more picture-taking. I would have been much happier cuddling up to a baby movie with some nice warm nom noms, but Mom and Dad insisted that they need to make sure that I don’t have cysters in my brain. I think that’s what she called them anyway. At least this time Dad didn’t bring the video camera. Silly Dad… he still hasn’t shown you all my first video, and it’s a shame, because I was really moving the first time around. This time I just mooned my parents. That was funny!
At the doctor’s office, they made us wait in the very loud waiting room for an hour and a half. I think Mom was about ready to pull her hair out, and Dad kept saying in a real loud voice “I wish people would learn how to schedule things responsibly.” (Judge Judy was on, though, so that quieted Mom down. Mom really likes her and said she should be the next president or something.) Before we could go into the ultrasound room to get the picture-taking over with, I had to sit through an episode of some soapy opera and Judge Judy. These shows are so silly.
Happily I can report there are no cysters in my brain or my heart, and the doctor thought so much of my performance during the picture-taking that he didn’t even think it necessary to talk to Mom and Dad afterward. So, yeah, I’m super healthy. I’m two pounds, one ounce. I need to watch my figure, but I love me a good Whopper. Oh, and I ultimately had the last laugh today, refusing to flip over or move into a position conducive to getting a photo of my face. Here’s my foot (ready to kick the ultrasound tech if she calls me a “bad girl” one more time): (more…)