Firsts

This morning at 3 or so, after a whopping 24 seconds of sleep, they pulled us in the nursery for Tyler's first bath, footprints and some other stuff we can't remember very well because we were delirious. He didn't love the bath, but he basked under the tanning lamp afterwards and soaked up the rays to forget about the trauma. We had an interesting convo with the nurses about stupid baby names like Abcde (yep, real name). Hilarious thing was one of the nurses chimed in about her kid's name, which is Gator. Not nick name - it's on the birth certificate. I guess some people just need to be different, just like everyone else.

Tyler Craig made his debut!  We're all marveling that he came out of Summer, because he's 8 pounds, 8 ounces, 22 inches long!  Summer, weighing in at a buck five pushed him out in only 4 contractions.  The whole thing took less than a half hour.  Pretty surreal right now.  

We didn't even need to turn on the baby warmer because the HVAC on our floor is broken and it was honestly 300 degrees in there. Other funny thing was our OB forgot her glasses so she had to borrow Leigh Ann's. 

Summer is truly a tough cookie. She was having contractions since about 3 a.m., and still went in to work for most the day.  At 2 or so she finally decided enough was enough and went home.  We took her down to the doctor's at 3, and they said she was already dilated to a 5 and her contractions were about 4 or 5 minutes apart, so they sent us right up to the hospital.  We ran into the CEO and CNO of my company on the way up, which was funny.

Summer suffered through the epidural and then we watched the monitors for a couple hours. Finally, a replacement OB (Dr. Macy had gone home) came and checked things out and said he was really low and about to pop out - 30 minutes at the most.  Sure enough, Dr. Macy came just in time and he popped right out at 9:48.

More about his first bath later...

Day before it all began

Welcome one and all to the official blog of Craig and Summer Kartchner. Cliche though it undoubtedly is, this blog will chronicle life after our boy comes out of the chute.

Summer just had her membranes stripped today, which might be the most attractive term you'll ever see on this site. That means she'll probably go into labor within 24 hours, and no later than Saturday.

So in the waning hours of peace and quiet, let me say that I'm scared and excited, worried and intimidated. Most of all, I'm convinced I'm hours away from EVERYTHING changing. Here's to the past and the future, sleeping at night and midnight diapers, trips to Antarctica and suffering through Disneyland (ugh). Thanks for coming along...