Thursday, May 31, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
baptism
Saturday, May 26, 2012
celebrate
Friday, May 25, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
going home
Gus had ointment for his plugged ducts applied just before we were discharged, so the nurse pulled his cap down over his eyes so he wouldn't rub his hands in the goop.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
storytime
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
birth story
I had been having fairly regular contractions nightly for the last few weeks only to wake up in the morning and think...nope, not today. Our ultrasound due date came and went. Tired and on edge, I went to bed early after tucking in the boys. A text message alert announcing the assistant pastor would be staying at the Newman Center woke me up a little after 11. I was still contracting, about six minutes apart, so I packed my toiletry bag and continued to time. By 2 am I was starting to bleed and the contractions continued getting closer, between 4 and 5 minutes apart. This is the first time I began active labor without my water breaking! Jude called our doctor and said I thought we should be going to the hospital, to which he replied, "Then you go!" My dear friend Robyn came over to stay with the boys and we headed out...

| Final belly shot, in between contractions |
I was dilated to 6 cm. The contractions were pretty manageable, although every third or forth one I really felt the back labor. We walked the fourth floor and continued to dilate steadily, but you would not engage. The charge nurse thought we should break my water, but Lisa, my labor nurse, just helped us though the various birthing position to get your head situated first. I went through transition and then stalled-you still weren't in position. I was concerned that this did not bode well for you head size :) Lisa joked that you were just waiting for the sun to come up (on your original due date no less!). What finally got you turned was "climbing" the separated bed on my knees to open up the pelvis. We were ready to push! My water still had not broken and so they prepared a "splash pad" of plastic and warned me that it would be a "slam dunk" with your head most likely breaking the water as you emerged. Sure enough, you came out with the membrane still fairly intact, like a sheet of latex around you. Weird. They laid you on my chest and removed the membrane. You looked up with your strong little neck lifting your head!
A boy! What a beautiful sight! What a miracle! Praise God! Thank you St. Philomena! We named you Augustine Frank, a child of so many prayers after a saint of so many prayers, St. Francis
and your great-grandfathers Maurice Frank and Frank. Later we found
out your great-great-grandfather's name was Gus (August) too!
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