A Whirl Wind Weekend
Right on schedule, little Noah Caedmon was born on Thanksgiving day. If I knew how to up load pictures on the computer from a cell phone camera, I would show you all what he looks like.
The entire event reminded me of a sitcom episode. Around 10:30 am on Thursday, my wife comes into the bed room where I was studying and announces, "It's time." Thankfully, I kept my wits about me and didn't drive off to the hospital in my underwear and without my wife. Once we arrived, she was quickly examined and it was determined that she was not ready. The doctor told us to come back in the evening.
My mother rushed together our Thanksgiving day meal and it was so rushed she forgot to make stuffing. All the time my wife was experiencing the on set of early labor. She would take a bite of turkey, then pause for a contraction, take another bite, pause for a contraction.
Finally, we went to the hospital by 6 pm and by 10:22, little Noah was born. His name comes from Noah, the biblical figure from Genesis, and Caedmon, the 9th century Anglo-Saxon shepherd who did early translations of the Latin Vulgate into English.
He had a touch of jaundice, a lot less than his brothers, but the doctor wanted him to stay in the hospital. My wife of course has to stay with him, but we are thankful that the nursing staff have made her prolonged stay comfortable. Our doctor is a tad eccentric. He is an older, Indian man who holds to a lot of out dated methods. For example, the scale in his office to weigh children looks like it came from the 17th century. He puts the baby on one side and then adds counter weights to get it to balance. I kid you not.
When our baby was seen to have jaundice, he told my wife to stop breast feeding altogether and only give him formula from now on. That of course sounded weird to us, because both the older boys had serious jaundice, and we were instructed to only breast feed them. When we mentioned this odd request to our nurses, they would roll their eyes and say, "He believes this out dated idea that the breast milk can increase the jaundice." What?! They also use to believe illness was caused by an imbalance of bodily humors caused by a troll living in your tummy. We may be looking for another baby doctor soon.
Right on schedule, little Noah Caedmon was born on Thanksgiving day. If I knew how to up load pictures on the computer from a cell phone camera, I would show you all what he looks like.
The entire event reminded me of a sitcom episode. Around 10:30 am on Thursday, my wife comes into the bed room where I was studying and announces, "It's time." Thankfully, I kept my wits about me and didn't drive off to the hospital in my underwear and without my wife. Once we arrived, she was quickly examined and it was determined that she was not ready. The doctor told us to come back in the evening.
My mother rushed together our Thanksgiving day meal and it was so rushed she forgot to make stuffing. All the time my wife was experiencing the on set of early labor. She would take a bite of turkey, then pause for a contraction, take another bite, pause for a contraction.
Finally, we went to the hospital by 6 pm and by 10:22, little Noah was born. His name comes from Noah, the biblical figure from Genesis, and Caedmon, the 9th century Anglo-Saxon shepherd who did early translations of the Latin Vulgate into English.
He had a touch of jaundice, a lot less than his brothers, but the doctor wanted him to stay in the hospital. My wife of course has to stay with him, but we are thankful that the nursing staff have made her prolonged stay comfortable. Our doctor is a tad eccentric. He is an older, Indian man who holds to a lot of out dated methods. For example, the scale in his office to weigh children looks like it came from the 17th century. He puts the baby on one side and then adds counter weights to get it to balance. I kid you not.
When our baby was seen to have jaundice, he told my wife to stop breast feeding altogether and only give him formula from now on. That of course sounded weird to us, because both the older boys had serious jaundice, and we were instructed to only breast feed them. When we mentioned this odd request to our nurses, they would roll their eyes and say, "He believes this out dated idea that the breast milk can increase the jaundice." What?! They also use to believe illness was caused by an imbalance of bodily humors caused by a troll living in your tummy. We may be looking for another baby doctor soon.