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YAY BABY!!!! I just KNEW it was a boy, and although they didn't favor either of my two suggestions (Baskerville or Alfred), I cannot argue with Milo. It is my husband's middle name, and the namesake of a much-beloved uncle.
Que seja uma vida longa e cheia de promessa, querido Milo!
Hello, Milo. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, baby, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, baby--God damn it, you've got to be kind.
Congrats and best of luck to Cold, Mrs., Milo, and the rest of the Chef family.
Thanks everyone for the well-wishes. Today didn't go quite as planned, but things have calmed down now.
Yesterday, when we went to the doctor, the baby was turned and in position. It seemed like everything was a go for a vaginal delivery today. We got up at 4:15am and came down to the hospital. We were checked in and labor had started by 7am. At 8:30 when our doctor came by to check her, she discovered that he had turned somehow and was out of position. Gina got really, really upset because she was terrified of a C-Section, but the doctors were very kind and patient with her.
We went in for the C-Section at around 10am. By 10:23, I was a daddy again. We didn't know what we were having, so a boy was a nice surprise. I'm not ashamed to say that I was completely overcome with happy, happy tears.
In the last week or so, we had a nuclear-grade meltdown over baby names for a boy (though I appreciated all the help I got from MeFites, she was reluctant to take any of the suggested names.) It finally ended with me giving her complete control over naming-rights. I'm happy with the name she chose. She liked Milo (and I pointed out that some baby sites say that "Milo" comes from the word "Apple", which the MacUsers in us loved.) and "Jameson" is after her grandfather. My brother has already bought a bottle of 12 year old Jameson's Irish Whiskey for Milo's wedding day. Or maybe his first birthday.
The only other glitch is that I had prepped a mass-email to send to friends and family (nothing ri-donk-ulous, just 189 recipients) and Gmail flaked out on me, accusing me of being a spammer and shut down my ability to send an email. I'm not really sure how I can rectify that, but I spent most of my day calling or texting all of the 189 people. I apologize that I promised emails to a bunch of people here today and wasn't able to follow through. Really aggravating. Thankfully, I got the word out through Twitter, Facebook, Flickr, texting, and the good old-fashioned tele-ma-phone.
Mama and Milo are sleeping right now. They've both had a rough day. We'll be in the hospital for a few more days. Thanks for all the love and support throughout all of this. We love you all.
This morning, Milo and I woke up around 6am and had a culture-appreciation session. We covered the "Singer-Songwriter" genre: Simon and Garfunkel, Cat Stevens, Louden Wainwright, some of the folk-ier Bob Dylan, and...because I love irony...Harry Chapin's "Cat's in the Cradle."
Milo's taken a few good black poos overnight, and he's developed an immediate appreciation of the breast. Today is a sleepy day. I'm reading Dave Eggers's "The Wild Things" so I can know what to expect from a boy. Mama's stretching her legs, in anticipation of getting up and walking around.
This morning's musical theme is "Travel." We listened to Journey, Kansas, Chicago, Boston, The Cars, and a little Jefferson Airplane. Gotta start with the "wussy-rock" and work our way to the better stuff.
Followed Milo's entrance to the world with great interest via Twitter & Flickr. What an awesome little man he is. Congrats to you, Mr & Mrs Chef & the girls. I will be buying a 1.5 kilo tin of Milo next time I'm at the supermarket & toasting him.
photo by splunge
photo by TheophileEscargot
photo by Kronos_to_Earth
photo by ethylene
