i love it when you call me big poppa
Sorry for not writing anything for the past few days but we've been busy. Oscar was born at about ten to six on Friday evening, July 28th. He weighed 7 lbs. and 15 oz. at birth. He's a good little guy and we love him, though I have been threatening to sell him to the circus a bit lately.
We call him Crooked Man sometimes, because he leans his head to the right all the time. He also likes to keep one eye shut when he looks around sometimes, which makes him look like a crazy baby pirate. Other nicknames include: Monkey Boy, Ozzy, and Yamato-San. Tammi calls him O.T. which is pretty cool. Maybe that will be his DJ name.
We went in to the hospital Thursday night because they planned to induce, but Oscar's heart rate dropped for about 60 seconds during the time they were monitoring him so they made Wakaba stay at the hospital overnight with her preggo tummy hooked up to fetal monitors. I went home and got our stuff and spent the night sleeping in a chair beside her bed. Wakaba was in labour all day Friday, from about 10 am. She had an epidural and was actually able to sleep for part of the day, so it wasn't all like the movies with bright lights and people screaming "PUSH! PUSSSH! BREATHE! PUSH!" all day, but it was exactly like that for the last couple of hours or so. Oscar was a bit slow coming out, and his heart was beating a little erratically again so it got a little scary at one point. But Wakaba was incredible the whole time, of course. After pushing for what seemed like forever, and the doctor yanking on the little guy with suction and forceps - he finally popped out like a champagne cork. I remember seeing him in the doctor's hands all shiny and red, and I remember wanting him to cry so I would know he was ok. I remember them yelling "It's a boy!" and telling me to cut the cord. I remember Wakaba saying, "This is so weird." He was a good looking kid from minute one.
Wakaba stayed in the hospital two nights, but I had to go home every night to sleep because we didn't get a fancy private room. It was tough leaving them just a few hours after he was born, but we all needed rest. Oscar has had a hard time getting the hang of feeding, and he's lost a little more weight than he should have. Babies always lose about 10% of their birth weight in the first few days but O.T. has lost a few ounces more. So now we're at home and the mission is to get his weight up by Friday, when we have to go see the doctor again. To do this, we have to keep him on a really tight feeding schedule. He has to eat every 2 hours around the clock. Feeding can take an hour. You do the math. I know he'll be fine and he's just making up for a slow start, but it's going to be a tough week. He'll do it. My mom has been bringing us food and driving us to the hospital and stuff which has helped a lot.
I'll put up some more pictures up later, because I know that's all anyone really wants to see. Here's one of Crooked Man for now:
We call him Crooked Man sometimes, because he leans his head to the right all the time. He also likes to keep one eye shut when he looks around sometimes, which makes him look like a crazy baby pirate. Other nicknames include: Monkey Boy, Ozzy, and Yamato-San. Tammi calls him O.T. which is pretty cool. Maybe that will be his DJ name.
We went in to the hospital Thursday night because they planned to induce, but Oscar's heart rate dropped for about 60 seconds during the time they were monitoring him so they made Wakaba stay at the hospital overnight with her preggo tummy hooked up to fetal monitors. I went home and got our stuff and spent the night sleeping in a chair beside her bed. Wakaba was in labour all day Friday, from about 10 am. She had an epidural and was actually able to sleep for part of the day, so it wasn't all like the movies with bright lights and people screaming "PUSH! PUSSSH! BREATHE! PUSH!" all day, but it was exactly like that for the last couple of hours or so. Oscar was a bit slow coming out, and his heart was beating a little erratically again so it got a little scary at one point. But Wakaba was incredible the whole time, of course. After pushing for what seemed like forever, and the doctor yanking on the little guy with suction and forceps - he finally popped out like a champagne cork. I remember seeing him in the doctor's hands all shiny and red, and I remember wanting him to cry so I would know he was ok. I remember them yelling "It's a boy!" and telling me to cut the cord. I remember Wakaba saying, "This is so weird." He was a good looking kid from minute one.
Wakaba stayed in the hospital two nights, but I had to go home every night to sleep because we didn't get a fancy private room. It was tough leaving them just a few hours after he was born, but we all needed rest. Oscar has had a hard time getting the hang of feeding, and he's lost a little more weight than he should have. Babies always lose about 10% of their birth weight in the first few days but O.T. has lost a few ounces more. So now we're at home and the mission is to get his weight up by Friday, when we have to go see the doctor again. To do this, we have to keep him on a really tight feeding schedule. He has to eat every 2 hours around the clock. Feeding can take an hour. You do the math. I know he'll be fine and he's just making up for a slow start, but it's going to be a tough week. He'll do it. My mom has been bringing us food and driving us to the hospital and stuff which has helped a lot.
I'll put up some more pictures up later, because I know that's all anyone really wants to see. Here's one of Crooked Man for now:
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