With all the experience that three children gives you, and despite your confidence in your ability to predict and prepare for anything, life always throws curve balls... So for you who like to cut to the chase Mr. Quatro has arrived, three weeks early, but here nonetheless!
But who doesn't like a good story! I'll try to point out the subplots and foreshadowing that run parallel to the story.
Well, Quatro is already a crafty little guy. He has put us through more expectant parent stress than all three of our children combined. I can spare all of those gory details. This past week Sherrie started the once a week doctor's appointments. On her appointment on Tuesday, we couldn't determine his position, so we had to reschedule an ultrasound for Thursday. From that we found that he was breech to transverse, basically upside down or sideways, new territory for our family. So knowing that we had to schedule a time for the doctor to try and get him in the right position. Since Sherrie would be 37 weeks we set it up for Wednesday of the following week, to get him turned and ready for natural childbirth (yeah could it be that easy?). The next complication was that I had the Spring scout camporee this Friday and Saturday (April 25-6, Also Happy 10 year anniversary Sherrie, I'll be spending the weekend with 11-13 year olds). Seeing my track record with campouts and home emergencies during the campouts, I should have known something was coming. However, Sherrie guaranteed me that nothing was going to happen (yeah sure). So cutting to the chase, the campout went well, up until about 12:00 midnight when I got a call from Sherrie that her water had just broke. We called my wonderful cousin who came and watched the kids. I made it home in record time (without my wallet, which I realized when I got home) and headed to the hospital. I was a little worried since the last three went fairly quickly. We determined that a C-Section was the best alternative since after the water breaks it is more risky to try to turn the baby. The main issue was that the doctor wouldn’t be available until nearly 7:00, so we got to wait, and wait. I hadn’t prepared with all the time passing material, so it was a long wait, and resting in hospital rooms isn’t really considered ‘restful’. We did get running about 6:00 (and had a friend from Burley assisting, small world!), and I got involved about 7:00 as they were getting the C-section underway. At 7:22 a little guy finally had his first breath of air, not without some twisting and turning, and three loops of the cord around his neck. Good thing we didn’t try to turn him since he didn’t have too much room to swim anyway. He was 6lb. 9oz, and 21 inches long. He has some good hair (not Lisa hair, but hair nonetheless). His name is Campbell Jex Bowen. The name comes from Sherrie’s great grandfather Campbell, and his dad’s great grandfather William Jex, both pioneer spirited men. So it met Sherrie’s criteria for family reference and a name that works with his siblings. Sherrie has been fighting for that one for a while and I finally came around.
Welcome Campbell to the family, we feel so blessed and privileged to have a new little child of God in our home.
(Props to Sara for the closest prediction, albeit a week off!)