4:22 pm
7 lbs, 8 oz
21 inches
Indescribably cute
Loyal reader(s), we know you came here for photos of Sam, not bad jokes from Clay, so don't worry, we'll cut to the chase. But first, a few more details....
Oh come on, don't start scrolling yet. This is pretty good. Or, informative at the least...And don't give us that "I've already heard the story" business.
After being told by our doctor on Tuesday, July 7, that Sam wasn't coming any time soon, Tracy started feeling the magic contractions at 11:30 pm on Wednesday, July 8. We waited for Clay to wake up and for the contractions to become sufficiently torturous, and then headed to St. Luke's at 4 am on Thursday morning. Trying his best to follow the doctor's prediction, Sam didn't seem ready to arrive during Tracy's 5 am or 7 am exams at the hospital, so they gave us a smile and an Ambien and told us to come back when the pain was truly painful.
Tracy took the Ambien, walked 100 feet from the nurses' station to the elevator...and then her water broke in the elevator. Game on! Of course, this particular "game" then involved napping until about noon or so (this blog post brought to you by the makers of Ambien...), before the pushing started at about 3 pm. 82 glorious (well, at least from Clay's perspective) minutes later, Sam arrived!
You're scrolling, aren't you? You think you've already heard the story and just want to see pictures? Come on, maybe there's something you missed. And don't forget the jokes...
Sam was, in a word, absolutely the most adorable little creature you have ever seen in your life, or the lives of any our ancestors or progeny. Period.
While Sam worked on continually breaking his own record for cuteness, our wonderful doctors tended to Tracy. We cannot be more grateful for their great work, and by 7:30 pm on Thursday, Sam was safely in Tracy's healthy arms, the glowing grandparents greeted our little guy, and all was more-than-well in our little corner of the world. The end.
Okay, okay, here are the pictures. Did you scroll down? Don't worry, we're not really upset with you, just a little disappointed. Okay, never mind, we totally understand. He's the cutest!
Well, we could go on and on about how cute Sam is, but we figure you should judge for yourself:
Ha, we got you! Not exactly "cute" yet, but a pretty cool picture, huh? Okay, here are some cuter pictures from Sam's first few days:
Some of the
blog's loyal readers showed up at the hospital to greet Sam. He already has groupies!
On Sunday, July 12, the day came for Sam to get all dressed up, for his mom and dad to get cleaned up (except, apparently, for daddy Clay to shave - nice work keeping it classy...), and to head on home!
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