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As I sit here and munch on a left over chocolate chip cookie I know the following words will be easy to find.

Sweet Connor has decided to come join us in the world. It all started Thursday night. "Sissypants" was having some leaking ever since her doctors appointment earlier in the week. She called out and she was told that we should go out. So we went out and she was still dilated the same. Again, they had us go for a walk for about an hour. After the walk she was checked again and she was about 5cm dilated, which was 2 more cm. However after a little while the nurses and mid wife were talking about sending her home. She was having some contractions but nothing too bad. Her back was achy so they offered her a shot for the pain. So she got the shot and we were going to hang out for about an hour then head home. However, someone else had other plans...

Very shortly after the pain shot her contractions started getting worse. Then before you knew it we were told we weren't going anywhere. It was time. Just typing those words gave me a chill. Things went very well and progressed quickly. She dilated to 8cm in a short time. However the ease of the situation would soon end. She appeared to freeze in dilating. Her water did break. From 8pm-5:15am she labored, painfully. The baby thought he'd come out with his hand on his head. Unfortunately the door wasn't big enough. At 5:15am the doctor said and I quote "Okay, lets cut ya". A C-section, something that was not foreseen and something that gave me a case of nerves.

After give sissypants a shot to stop contractions and having her fill out some forms (let me say it looked very difficult for a woman to fill out anything while in the middle of a contraction) they wheeled her off to the O.R. While they got her ready I changed into some "scrubs" and waited to join her. After about 15 minutes of waiting the doctor came and got me. There was a bunch of people in the room. I couldn't give you a number. At least 6. They had something like a curtain tied up right below "J"s neck so all I could see of her was her head and arms. Her arms were stretch out. They sat me next to her head. She had told me once they gave her the anesthesia she got the giggles. I'd say I was in there about 15 minutes. During that time things went smoothly. Then the doctor came over and told me I could look now if I wanted. So I stood up and witnessed something that no one or anything can take away. Right before my eyes and by the skilled hands of doctor a head was pulled out. Then shoulders, followed by a back. Finally a little butt and tiny legs. I told sissypants everything I was seeing, with a tear in my own eye. Shortly after I saw him, I heard him. He was a angry little mister. Then the words were spoken. Congratulations, it's a boy. They brought him over to a table for cleaning him. Sissypants and I watched. I saw a tear in her eyes. After they had him cleaned up and bundled they brought him over so we could get a good look.

After the look, I went to the nursery with a nurse as they dropped him off while the doctors finished taking care of my sissypants. That is where he was weighed and measured. After all that I went and told the grammies the happenings. They were both there. My mom was in the room up until it was time for the C-section. "J"s mom took things a little more rough and left the room once her contractions started getting real bad. Anyways, after that I went and got out of my scrubs and grabbed our stuff out of the room and moved it to the recovery room. It took them about 2 hours to finish with "J". Once she was in the recovery room I joined her there. She wasn't in there too long. I think a couple hours. Then around 11am we went back to the nursery to room 509. Shortly after sissypants was situated in we were joined by a beautiful little man.

My entire weekend was spent out at the hospital for the most part. Other than coming home to sleep & take care of my and "G"'s animals I was there. I was not allowed to stay past 11pm. Those are the rules. Every morning I was there around 8am.

Today was another big day fore it was coming home day. We dressed him his "coming home" outfit, cleaned up all our stuff and strapped him in and off we went. We had to stop at the Pharmacy on the way home, so guess how got to parade a sexy baby around the store. He was so good. In fact, his only real fussiness came when he was circumcised. That day he was pretty crabby, but I ask you: Wouldn't you? After that off to home.

I'm sure I left some stuff out, and I'm sure I will add more later.

Baby thoughts: I think he has my lips. I think he has my chin. I think he has my fingers. I think he has my toes. I know he has my love. My mom brought out my baby pictures on her second visit. I must say, we share lots.

Speaking of that. Her ex showed up on Sunday. "J" told me he had his baby pictures. She said that he said he saw nothing in common. I say nothing, choosing to bite my tongue. While he was there I went and visited with my grandfather. It's been quite awhile since I have seen him. I tell you I hope I can get around like he does at his age. We talked for a good couple hours. He gave me $20 and told me to go buy that baby a fishing pole. The 20 is now sitting in his huge baby bottle bank.

How am I? Besides overwhelmed by this feeling I have inside, I'm wonderful. What feeling is that? I'm not sure. I can just say it's so nice it makes me tear up.

My mom told me she was proud me. My actions and such. That means a great deal to me.

I must get back to work, but before I do I must admit the whole baby thing is not at all what I thought it would be. Maybe it's because I'm a "noob", but I'm enjoying myself every second of every day. I can't wait until we go and show off our beautiful big footed baby boy. He's not so much big footed as long toed.

Thanks to everyone that' s been there for me and continue to be.

Later.