Day 2 for Iv

Well, we spent an uncomfortable night in the hospital with our new baby boy. It probably would have been ok for me if the nurses had stayed out. The only thing they were missing when they came in the room was a 12 piece band. It was noisy. Hospital rooms need locks. Weird that they don't have them. Just weird. Anyway, here's Iv sleeping on the bed while Lynnell was up stretch her legs in the middle of the night.


Lynnell took this one of me while I was dreaming of sugar plums and what not. I was sleeping on the most ridiculously uncomfortable fold-into-a-bed chair ever. You would think that with the money that the hospital was saving on door locks that they could afford better guest beds for dads.


First thing in the morning was the hearing test. It wasn't enough that he had ears on the side of his head, and that he would flinch when you clapped. They wanted to cram headphones in his ear, play some Rob Zombie and then watch his reaction. Not really. Being the nerdy engineer I am, I asked many questions about this intriguing device, but the nurse only knew how to push the buttons and make the lights blink. She did tell me that the device works by sensing the reverberating pressure from the ear drum when a sound is heard.




Here's a cute picture of the guy.


Mmmmmmm... Hospital breakfast. Free for Lynnell; not free for me. Free... HA! It's like one of those stupid TV commercials where you buy one and get one free. I buy a baby from my wife's womb and get a complimentary breakfast. Deal! I'll take two.


After breakfast it was off for a quick circumcision before brunch. Poor fella. They strap him down to a tray with giant Velcro straps and then pull out a tray of sterilized stainless steel tools and get to slicing. It's quite sad, but I found it interesting. I'll spare you the details, but here's a picture of the poor dude strapped to the table.


Later that afternoon we finally convinced Izzie to kiss her new baby brother. This is a picture of her first kiss for her new brother. It's kind of fuzzy, but that's because it was like the first time you kissed the opposite sex. It was a quick peck on the cheek followed by a shy retreat.


It was cute, and from then on she was hooked. Her next step was asking to hold him. Here's Iz holding Iv for the first time.


And that lead to more kissing and more holding (hopefully I don't write that line again for years).



Here's Izzie's favorite hang out spot in the hospital.


Here's Uncle D holding his new nephew.


Here's Grandpa Joe #2 holding his new grandson Joe #4 (hence the nickname Iv... get it... the roman numerals IV=4).


And Grandma Shirley (Lynnell's mom). This makes six grandkids for her and Grandpa Chuck.


Izzie and her Aunt Alex found a little nook in the hospital room cabinets that was just right for the two of them.


Monday evening we were officially released from the hospital. Here I am buckling Iv into his car seat for the first time.



Here's Lynnell being pushed by her (our) very good friend Theresa who happens to be a nurse in the baby district of the hospital.



Iv's first elevator ride. Weeeeeee...


Buckling the kids into the Awesome Uplander. See, this is why we spent money on a nice family vehicle three years ago. I'm so glad Lynnell talked me into a sensible purchase back then. It's so beneficial now.



Here he is. Safe and sound at home.


A random picture.


Izzie needed some attention, so she was running around showing everyone her sun glasses.



Here's good picture of Joe #2, #3 and #4. Hopefully at Thanksgiving we'll add #1 to the picture.


Here's Izzie already plotting how to get rid of the new competition.


Here's Grandma Tonia holding the little guy before going home. They only came over for a couple of days, but it was good to see them.


Here's Mike, kids pastor at Narrate, stopping by to say hi to our new addition.


Shortly after introducing the little guy to the swing Izzie felt it necessary to push. Here she is acting innocent and pretending that nothing happened.


Then Grandma Shirley gave Izzie a bath.



Here's Lynnell doing the unfortunate duty of changing a diaper. Turns out that changing a boy diaper is possibly more difficult than changing a girls diaper. It's definitely more tedious, and some things happen that people should mentally prepare you for (I'm not talking about pee).


That was day two, and it was a busy day.

I think I forgot to mention that Grandma Shirley miraculously showed up two days earlier than planned. Turns out it was perfect because she got here on Saturday, and we went to the hospital a few hours later to have Iv. It was more than a blessing to have her around. Thanks Grandma Shirley for being there for us. We love you.