He's Here!

Our son, Kermit*, was born Friday, January 7, at 1:00pm, via completely predictable c-section. He weighed a modest 7 lbs 7 oz, he's 21" long, and he's the best eater in the world. Seriously, this kid cannot stop eating.

Everyone is doing well so far, though I still have my cough left over from the cold a few weeks ago, and fits of coughing immediately after abdominal surgery sucks more than I can possibly describe. We should be home sometime early next week, and I'll write up a full birth story then. For now, I'll just mention that Kermit's birth was so earth-shattering that it culminated in an earthquake. Literally. A small one, but the building moved, and S and two nurses and I all looked at each other in disbelief and asked, "Wow, was it just me, or did anyone else feel that?!?" at the same time. I've lived in earthquake territory for nearly a dozen years, and I've felt maybe 6 earthquakes total during that time. Yet one of them was the night S proposed to me, and another one was the week we found out that we were pregnant with LL. And now this one to herald in Kermit's birth. Nothing inflates your view of your own significance quite like the universe moving a planet to announce your major life changes.


* As with LL, I have decided not to actually include Kermit's name on the blog, but I'll leave enough clues that you can easily figure it out if you want to. For blog purposes, the name Kermit has grown on me quite a bit, so we'll stick with that for now. In real life, his name starts with a J, and means "dove" in Hebrew. The name comes from a prophet in the Torah known most notably for being eaten by a very large fish.