Saturday, October 4, 2008

Here I go!

Oliver suggested I start a blog, so here I go. I think we both want to have one for the sole purpose of showing off our little boy.

Isaiah was born August 4, 2008 at around 1:40 pm. He weighed in at 6lbs. 12 ounces. He was delivered at St. Joseph Hospital in Ann Arbor, Michigan by Dr. Amal Awwad. We went in on Sunday the 3rd for my induction. I started having contractions (painful ones) sometime in the very early morning. I got an epidural which unfortunately was not as painless as my sister Maria had promised. But I made it through and have a beautiful boy to show for it. Mollie was there for the whole event and filmed for us. Then my mom flew in that night and stayed for a week. I was so glad she came; it was so nice to have an "expert" mom at my side. Then Dagmar came out for about 3 weeks and helped so much. I got sick and she was a lifesaver.

Our first born, Hawthorne, our Irish Setter, has taken well to the baby. When we first brought Isaiah home, Hawthorne was curious especially when the baby would cry. Now he just groans and keeps sleeping. He is, however, extremely interested in dirty daipers and breast pads. It is really annoying and funny at the same time. I don't have much time for him, so Oliver has been really good about taking him out multiple times a day to get the exercise his breed requires. We love our Hawtyornies!!!

Isaiah has his 2 month appointment this coming week. We are anxious to see how much weight he has gained. At his two week visit, he was only in the 25th percentile for weight and head size. He was in the 70th percentile for height/length. I am used to my nieces who were always in the 90th or so percentile in everything.

Oliver is doing well in school as always. He is soooooooooooo busy though. I try not to wake him at night on school days, and sometimes in the morning he will comment on how the baby slept the night through. I wish. Actually, the baby sleeps pretty well. He usually sleeps for a 6 hour stretch at night. He is such a good baby.

1 comment:

Christi said...

Hahah... the first night our oldest was home from the hospital she was laying on the bed in front of me (I was sitting indian style) and right next to my hubby SCREAMING HER HEAD OFF! He didn't move-didn't even flinch. I punched him and said, "Can't you hear her?"