Sunday, July 11, 2010

Pacifier and The Schulz Nose

There has been a great deal of talk about the shape and size of Nathan's nose. Notice how the nose interferes with pacifier usage.



Also, my Dad created an Album of pictures related to Nathan's appearance into the world.


http://picasaweb.google.ca/YogiSchulz/2010_07_Baby_Nathan?feat=email#

Friday, July 9, 2010

Night Shift Nurses
















Let it never be said that the night shift nurses don't use their downtime productively. The artist of this original piece is sadly anonymous.

The Soda

Last summer, I was given a very special Jones Soda. Indeed, it was a carbonated symbol, a liquid reminder, of great friendships and the grandest of times. Of rapturous electric anthems thrown by the greatest DJ of our generation. Of epic journeys, and great campaigns, in search wealth, magic, and adventure.

Only on such an occasion could I quaff this elixir of delight. A toast to you, People In Front of The Left Speaker, Knights of The Snooker Table! My life wouldn't quite be the same without you. Even though you can't be here, you are certainly remembered.

The First Night

To assuage some fears I've heard, I'm happy to report that Nathan did not need any skin grafts after his exfoliating bath experience (see the video below).

The hospital we're staying at has provided us with excellent service. For the night, we opted to place Nathan in the nursery. The nursery staff would transport Nathan back to us for feeding as needed. Nathan seems to have a naturally sleepy disposition, so we got a surprising amount of rest on the first night.

This morning, I went a got a delightful breakfast at IHOP and stopped by our apartment for a shower. Afterward, I felt like a new man.

I have been changing diapers. Apparently, Nathan secrets something akin to the Canadian tar sands.

I think it should be noted for the record that the current diaper-changing count is:

Gregory:2
Sarah:0

I recognize that this will not persist. Nevertheless, I offer this to the readers as a wholly inadequate token of my commitment to participation in the custodial aspects of Nathan's care.

The whole birth experience has also given me a sense of a piece of the differences between health care in the United States and Canada. After all three of her pregnancies, my mother shared a "ward" with 3-4 other women. Sarah and I enjoy a room of our own with a full-sized husband bed. Both options have pros and cons. The Canadian model is dirt cheap by comparison, but is rather low on creature comforts. The American model is ferociously expensive, but very pleasant. It should be noted that Canada does have better infant mortality statistics, but that is a separate discussion altogether. (In my ideal world, parents could customize their standard of hospital cushiness based on how much the value such comforts. Alas, we do not live in my ideal world.)

Thursday, July 8, 2010

The Bath

By popular demand, a film of Nathan's first bath.

Here is Nathan


Nathan just returned from having his first bath. Nathan did not like his first bath.

Someone told us to bring pillows to the hospital because "they never give you enough." However, the six pillows currently dominating Sarah's bed are evidence to the contrary.

Nathan appears to be rapidly mastering the skills of breastfeeding.

That was Fast....

I have the privilege of introducing to you Nathan Wilhelm Schulz!

At 7 pounds 12 ounces, Nathan is the picture of health.

He was born after a mere 10ish minutes of pushing.

According to all parties, Nathan has the characteristic Schulz nose.

He is quiet, alert, and is currently making his inaugural run at breastfeeding.

Complete!

Sarah is a labor and delivery machine. After about two and a half hours at the hospital Sarah is dilated to a 10.

To quote the nurse: "Do not push." The nurse is now down the hall summoning the doctor. Birth is imminent.

Sarah would have been an excellent pioneer. Sure, having a baby in the back of a wagon would undoubtedly have been much less comfortable, but Sarah would have been marvelously capable.

The equipment is arriving as we speak. The baby scale has been rolled into the room. A mysterious cart covered with blue drapes has been positioned at the foot of the bed. The anesthesiologist is surprised that we're already complete.

Labor and Delivery - The Beginings

Sarah is undergoing what is broadly considered one of the most painful events in the human experience. She is happy. Her happiness stems from (1) her general cheery disposition, and (2) a constant stream of Fentanyl being delivered directly to her spinal cord.

Now, to Sarah's credit, prior to the epidural, the was enduring her contractions with poise that would make a Spartan woman proud.

The babie's heartbeat is just over 120.

Sarah's message to the world: "I'm glad it's not false labor, and epidurals are awesome."