My parents showed up to Anchorage several days before the "expected" arrival of Atticus. But it turned out that we had much more time on our hands pre-Atticus then we had thought we would. This left more time to hang out, take them to the local breweries, yummy breakfast places, play scrabble, go to a movie theater that serves microbrews, watch the entire season of Firefly, go on walks, and drive out of town to see a glacier, and cook spicy food to entice Atticus out. :)
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| We did of course take time to bottle our 15 gallons of homebrew. "Brown Sugar Brown Brown!" By far, one of the best beers we've brewed. This awaits anyone who makes their way for a visit! :) | | | |
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This picture is for all the times I felt that I wasn't as big as I "should" be...whatever the hell that meant? This picture proves that I must have been high...on hormones.
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| One of many heart to hearts. :) |
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| Short story version: This is the night before we thought we were going to the hospital to begin the induction process. Turns out we opted not to start inducing that following morning...to see if I would go into labor naturally. But to no avail...we ended up inducing anyway, about 4 days later (?). Actually not sure on the time frame. It's all sort of a blur. :) |
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| Oct. 24, the night we did actually go in to get things rolling. I was given the hormone prostaglanden. The hope was that by morning I would have made some progression. | |
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| Killing time that first night; playing scrabble on the ipad. |
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| Waiting...for our turn in Scrabble. :) |
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| The pull-out couch that Trevor attempted to "sleep" on . |
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| The following morning, my doctor (my wonderful, wonderful doctor) came in to see if any progress was made. Sadly, there was not...so she popped my bag of waters. Within a matter of minutes I was having contractions at about 6 minutes apart. So much for easing into it. |
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| These couple pictures do not give an accurate portrayal of the labor process; my dad was also there, doing way more than manning the camera. In fact, I remember at one moment, working through a contraction, and having Trevor rubbing my low back (where ALL the pain was!), my mom rubbing my legs, and my dad rubbing my forehead. Even through all the pain, I remember feeling so loved. | |
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| I labored for about 4 hours...got as far as contractions being only 2 minutes apart. At that point, the pain became too much for me. I wanted the epidural; I wanted it bad. This picture says EVERYTHING about how I was feeling post receiving pain relief. Popsicles never tasted so good. |
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| Enter Atticus: after about 5 more hours of "labor" and 45 minutes of pushing. |
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| 8lb. 8oz. |
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| Daddy and Atticus taking time for some skin to skin contact. |
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| Nanny and Papa holding their first grandson for the first time. |
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| Taking the Squiddo home. |
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| Smiling through the pain of taking this picture. :) |
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| Celebratory cigar, scotch, and beer. :) |
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| Grandma Fox comes to visit!! |
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| Uncle Chris and Aunt Mariah, friends from Sitka, come for Thanksgiving. | |
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| More friends from Sitka, Joe and Leanne, meet Atticus |
