Waylon Scott's Birth Story Part #2

Okay, so I'm in the OR, shaking like crazy and crying because I'm freaking out about the impending C-section.  The nurses were all really nice as I was getting the spinal tap (or whatever the one that's not an epidural is called) but the anesthesiologist was like "listen, you need to pull it together."  Someone else might have thought that was pretty mean, but I actually found it quite calming.  People do this every day, these doctors and nurses probably do this every day, and it's going to be fine.

After I was numb and laying down on the table with the curtain up around my mid-section, they finally let Scott in the room.  Go time!  Even though nothing they did was painful, I could still feel the entire procedure take place.  It was weird, the zipping feeling, the moving around of my organs, the moment they pulled Sprout's little head off my rib cage (what a relief after months of burrowing!).  After a very short time the doctor said it's a boy and held up a slimy purple mass over the curtain for a split second, not even enough time to identify it as a human baby!  How annoying!

Scott could see much better than me and he was able to go over to where they were cleaning him off and told me that he was beautiful and perfect...and he is, don't you think?  Long and lean and handsome.

Scott got to see him first while they were still sewing me up.  How cute are these two?

Finally I got to see little Waylon Scott.  I think in the first moments the overwhelming emotion for me was relief.  My little Bean Sprout is more than fine, he's awesome!  I didn't die from surgery!  Everything is going to be okay!

Here are a few of my favorite pictures from that we took in the hospital of little Waylon.  Somehow we missed having a picture taken of the three of us!  I should probably remedy that soon.  Anyway, look at this fat little Sprout.  Can you see his cleft chin in this picture?

This was one of the first pics I could get with his eyes open.  He is really alert!  I hope his eyes stay the color they are now, but I think they might turn brown.

Here is my favorite one, of us finally leaving the hospital and heading for home (trying to beat the hurricane!).  He looks so pensive, staring out the window and it's the cutest thing ever.

I have lots more to talk about (people have been particularly curious about his name) but I think that's enough for the day.  Thanks to everyone who has been so supportive through the unknowns during my pregnancy.  It was scary at times but mostly exciting.  I'm so glad it's all over and I just get to enjoy my little Waylon now!