Hey, here's a baby. Baby Rimbo. You may not have known this, but in the past, whenever we referred to "Baby Rimbo," we meant Owen. Apparently.
So Angie won the battle -- she was still only about 2 cm dilated, but they gave her an epidural, and she LOVED IT. They were able to steadily increase the Pitocin, but Angie felt nothing, so we slept. After about four hours we woke up to our nurse turning on the baby warmer. Say what?
The nurse checked, and Angie was TOTALLY DILATED. That's 8 cm in four hours. That peanut was READY.
Angie pushed for about an hour-and-a-half, while Justin held her leg and counted to ten. So, y'know, it was rough for him, too. Angie was AMAZING -- kept the pushes coming and moved that little head along at a steady pace.
Out he came! Gross! Daddy got to cut the umbilical cord, and he went straight to Mommy. This guy is HUGE -- check out the pictures below to confirm. We noticed that he had male genitalia, so we decided to name him Owen Robert.
Owen: After the character Owen Meany in John Irving's A Prayer for Owen Meany, Justin's favorite book. "I know that I am God's instrument."
Robert. After Justin's dad Robert "Once-and-future-bishop" Rimbo. My dad has always been a hero to me, and I'm proud to be his kid (and someday Owen will be proud to be his first grandkid).
And now, 6,000 words.
Owen Robert Rimbo, in all his groggy glory. Fresh outta the oven.
Mommy and Owen, with some immediate bonding time. Check out the massive conehead/bruise on his noggin. Poor guy. All that Rimbo head smushed through a tiny passage.
"Man, Natalie was right. It's COLD out here!"
Mommy and Owen rest up after a harrowing ordeal.
Yes, that scale is correct, folks. 9 lbs., 10.7 oz. No one will question my wife's predictions ever again. How do you know you can trust this scale? Because it is an Olympic Smart Scale. Owen chose to be weighed on this one in honor of the 2008 Olympics. He's hoping to compete in the 200 Meter Squirm.
That's a big guy. 21 inches long! His feet barely fit on the little stamp-card.