Tuesday, March 17, 2009

*trumpet intro*

... like the one in Robin Hood (the cartoon one, not the Kevin Costner one, and not "men in tights") where the crocodiles are introducing the King (except in this case the one being introduced is not "The Phony King of England", and is not a lion with big-time security issues and a snake as a friend -oh- speaking of snakes, and speaking of the British Isles, did you know that St. Patrick (whose "Day" it is today) is credited with ridding Ireland of snakes?

THAT IS THE RESULT OF SPORADIC SLEEP.

Monday / 3.16.09 / 10:57am / Lincoln Shea Weaver has arrived! 7lbs, 8oz. and 20 inches long.

I'll give you all the details in a minute, because I know you are all skipping the words, going straight for the pictures. Here you go:


this is about 1 minute before he was born. explanation after pictures on why this seems so relaxed.



Lincoln, looking incredibly mature for his age (approximately 3 minutes old)


Lincoln, practicing one of the submission holds that he practiced for 9 months.



aw. this is our family. sans belle.


i pulled the hat down - he pulled the pose all by himself.


Kiss me, I'm Irish!
...but only like 1/32. that doesn't even count. Between Heather and I, he's no more than 1/16th any other nationality, so he's basically just 2nd-generation "American". Which means he likes to talk about being Irish on today. Anyone with a list of ancestral relatives including Benjamin Franklin and Johnny Appleseed... is pretty much just American.

THE EXPLANATION OF THE BIRTH PROCESS (without unnecessary details)

He held off on Sunday, and let me go to the Ryan Adams show that I was hoping for. (his first act of love) When I got back, he wasn't moving around like he usually did around bedtime, so after about 10 minutes of prodding, we decided we should keep it on the safe side and head to the hospital.

When we got there, they said that it was time, so we stayed the night while they put Heather on an IV. The next morning, they said that labor wasn't progressing the way it usually does, and every time there was a contraction, Lincoln's heart rate would slow, to the point that it was causing some concern, so they decided that we'd avoid the risks and do a C-Section.

They whisked Heather away into the operating room, and about 5 minutes later, I was allowed to go in... about 3 minutes after that, Lincoln had arrived!! what a quick process, wow.

We're all doing well now - no health concerns for Heather *or* Lincoln - once he got out, he was fine!

We're hanging out at the hospital til Thursday. I'm sure we'll deluge you with pictures as the days go by.

-Levi

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