And they all lived....

So, BabyHammy was born and despite his harried entrance into the world, his Apgar scores are great (meaning his colour, responsiveness, breathing, etc. are good). But in the meantime, I am in shock (literally) and there is a team of folks inspecting my nethers doing a whole lot of sewing. At one point the OB/GYN asks for better light. I say "For Jeebus sake, make sure he can see what he's doing. There's stuff down there I'd like to use again someday."

My own doctor takes a good look at me and interrupts the nurses doing nursey things with BabyHammy. "Let's get baby over here to his mother." Because I haven't held him yet, just watched him pass overhead. I can't tell you that there was an instant connection, that I was right then and there in love. But he was here, after waiting so long and working so hard. And I was sure this little guy and I were going to fall into love, no problem. As soon as I could breathe.

He was 8 pounds, 10.5 ounces, and 20.5 inches long. They also felt that he was a little overcooked - 41 weeks instead of 40. Talk about overstaying your welcome!

BabyHammy (or Hamlet as some prefer) is now 5 and a half months old. He's a great little guy that wakes up laughing, and sleeps 12 hours at night. Mr. Hammy and I won the baby lottery it seems, and we know we're very lucky.