As I said earlier, my sister has always done whatever she could to postpone opening Christmas presents: take a shower, make the bed. Have a baby.
That's right! I'm an uncle!
Christine and I came up to Michigan on Thursday to spend New Year's with friends and family, and today was the day we were to exchange gifts with my family. So at 8:00 a.m. my mom announced that Dana was on her way to the hospital.
At 9:00 she was already dilated 7 cm. and they thought the baby could come any time. Unfortunately, he was twisted and couldn't get past Dana's pelvis. After 2 1/2 hours of pushing, Dana received an epidural and was prepared for a C-section.
At 3:37, Braeden Edward entered the world (well, the world not contained within my sister, which seems to be vast universe where several languages are spoken). He's 21 3/4 inches long and 9 pounds, 3 ounces, which was a surprise given that my sister was not big at all. He's a quiet baby, and when he does cry, it doesn't last more than a moment or two.
It was weird seeing Dana's baby in his basinette, as I can remember seeing Dana in hers. My dad drove me to see her and my mom, and the whole way there, he warned me that mom would be too tired to pick me up. When we arrived mom came out to meet as as we were looking at Dana. She (my mom) was in a blue hospital gown and looked exhausted (exactly how Dana looked just before we left), and if my dad hadn't put the idea in my head, I never would have said, "Pick me up, mom." Dana wasn't able to pick me up today either.
Mom and baby are doing fine, and grandma and grandpa (or as we hope they will come to be called, Pop Pop and Gangey) are visiting now.
Enjoy the pictures, and don't worry about the presents; Dana and her baby are the best gifts we could have received today (unless I'm getting a Lego Millenium Falcon; that would be pretty cool too).
