Cannon Gray
One post before the end of the weekend.
Cannon Gray was born on Monday morning, August 23rd, 2004 at 5:46 am. She was born 7 lbs. 5 oz. and 19.5 inches long. There were no complications in her birth and she's basically as healthy as a newborn can be.
It was a long weekend. Friday was fairly uneventful in the labor and delivery department, but very active in the area of home brewing. Bill and I made a trip to the local brew supply store to pick up ingredients, and then headed back to my place for the brewing extravaganza. Brewing lasted 4 hours. An ESB and a Hefe were cooked up and we even decided to keep some of the hops for dry-hopping in the secondary fermentor. We loaded up on some beers Bill brought over with him and after that took down the 3 bottles of homebrew from my well-intentioned brewing neighbor. My neighbor brews, but doesn't put any soul in to it. Hard to explain, but trust me on this. It comes through in his beer. So, we sampled his beer and chastised his lack of beer-soul.
Saturday was uneventful, since we were simply waiting for Violet to go in to labor. I packed a bag and made sure the camera batteries were all charged up.
Sunday was the big day. Mia's grandmother came over in the morning and Violet and I headed out the door. Our plan was to get this labor thing moving. The best methods to jump-start labor are walking and sex (not at the same time, since performing such a maneuver could prove to be somewhat dangerous). Since it was pouring rain out, we headed to the mall for a massive venue of walking and consumerism. The hospital had us on-call for inducement, and they expected to give us a call by 1pm-ish. After walking 8 or 9 times around the mall, top and bottom levels, we got word from the hospital we would get a call back around 3pm. More walking around and then we trucked around town for a couple more errands. The next call asked us to be in at 5:30pm. Finally. We headed over to DQ for a tasty blizzard treat, and then to the hospital. After getting checked out, they told us to do some more walking. An hour later we returned and were told they are going to admit us, but we would have to wait another hour for a room to be open. They suggested we go out for another walk. Screw that. We sat on a bench, outside the watch of the hospital staff, and ate candy from the local quickiemart. It was 10:30pm when we got our room and I had walked 18 miles that day. They got the room ready for labor and the doctor broke Vi's water at 11:20pm. 6 and a half hours later on Monday morning, Cannon was born.
We hadn't slept all night, so after the baby came along and we had gotten everything settled in, I wanted nothing more than to grab a few hours of much-needed sleep. I placed some early-morning family notification calls. Then, 8am rolled around and I called work to let them know we had the baby and everything was great. It was about 9:30 when I finally passed out on the couch in the room. 10:15am, fucking fuck work calls. It's my non-kid-having manager wanting to talk about the big web project, and some changes in the spec he thought we might want to discuss. It went something like this - "Oh, you're sleeping? Yeah, I heard you had the baby... that's great. And I also know you took this entire week off work. I'm the one who approved it! Anyway, when you get a chance later this afternoon, could you give me a call and we can talk about this stuff". I didn't call him back at all. I had 6 priority emails from him when I finally checked my email on Wednesday afternoon. Ass. Tony is right, jobs are for suckers.
Cannon Gray was born on Monday morning, August 23rd, 2004 at 5:46 am. She was born 7 lbs. 5 oz. and 19.5 inches long. There were no complications in her birth and she's basically as healthy as a newborn can be.
It was a long weekend. Friday was fairly uneventful in the labor and delivery department, but very active in the area of home brewing. Bill and I made a trip to the local brew supply store to pick up ingredients, and then headed back to my place for the brewing extravaganza. Brewing lasted 4 hours. An ESB and a Hefe were cooked up and we even decided to keep some of the hops for dry-hopping in the secondary fermentor. We loaded up on some beers Bill brought over with him and after that took down the 3 bottles of homebrew from my well-intentioned brewing neighbor. My neighbor brews, but doesn't put any soul in to it. Hard to explain, but trust me on this. It comes through in his beer. So, we sampled his beer and chastised his lack of beer-soul.
Saturday was uneventful, since we were simply waiting for Violet to go in to labor. I packed a bag and made sure the camera batteries were all charged up.
Sunday was the big day. Mia's grandmother came over in the morning and Violet and I headed out the door. Our plan was to get this labor thing moving. The best methods to jump-start labor are walking and sex (not at the same time, since performing such a maneuver could prove to be somewhat dangerous). Since it was pouring rain out, we headed to the mall for a massive venue of walking and consumerism. The hospital had us on-call for inducement, and they expected to give us a call by 1pm-ish. After walking 8 or 9 times around the mall, top and bottom levels, we got word from the hospital we would get a call back around 3pm. More walking around and then we trucked around town for a couple more errands. The next call asked us to be in at 5:30pm. Finally. We headed over to DQ for a tasty blizzard treat, and then to the hospital. After getting checked out, they told us to do some more walking. An hour later we returned and were told they are going to admit us, but we would have to wait another hour for a room to be open. They suggested we go out for another walk. Screw that. We sat on a bench, outside the watch of the hospital staff, and ate candy from the local quickiemart. It was 10:30pm when we got our room and I had walked 18 miles that day. They got the room ready for labor and the doctor broke Vi's water at 11:20pm. 6 and a half hours later on Monday morning, Cannon was born.
We hadn't slept all night, so after the baby came along and we had gotten everything settled in, I wanted nothing more than to grab a few hours of much-needed sleep. I placed some early-morning family notification calls. Then, 8am rolled around and I called work to let them know we had the baby and everything was great. It was about 9:30 when I finally passed out on the couch in the room. 10:15am, fucking fuck work calls. It's my non-kid-having manager wanting to talk about the big web project, and some changes in the spec he thought we might want to discuss. It went something like this - "Oh, you're sleeping? Yeah, I heard you had the baby... that's great. And I also know you took this entire week off work. I'm the one who approved it! Anyway, when you get a chance later this afternoon, could you give me a call and we can talk about this stuff". I didn't call him back at all. I had 6 priority emails from him when I finally checked my email on Wednesday afternoon. Ass. Tony is right, jobs are for suckers.
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