This is the absolutely best day of my entire life. I am not kidding.
At 11:32 am, weighing in at 9lbs and 9oz, Cooper Ruben Stephen Lathrop was born.
You can see he has some real instinctual talent with gangsta rapper hand gestures. Check out the video!
Julie is recovering well, and we’ll all be here at the hospital for a few days with her. Cooper is also doing well, but after being born his blood sugar and temperature started to drop. I got to hold him for about 2 hours, and feed him some formula (in an effort to increase the blood sugar levels). Since about 1:30, he’s been in the special care nursery here at the hospital, in an incubator, with an IV glucose drip. It’s a little hard, not having him in my arms, but once again I am really feeling lucky to be receiving such great care. I just went to check on him, and he’s getting what he needs. Both his temperature and his blood sugar is up, and he seems alert and okay.
I heard from many people that the experience I just went through is indescribable, that one can’t comprehend how much love you feel for that little critter, that there is nothing like it. I have no way to describe the experience without sounding as cliche as that. I can add that in the moments leading up to the birth, I honestly felt like every bit of caffiene I’d ever ingested was hitting me all at that same point. I can also say that the period of time I was in the operating room before the child was born felt like about a half hour at least, perhaps more. I was astounded when I heard the time of birth was 11:32. They called me in about 11:25. I still can’t believe that period of time was 7 minutes. This to me is proof of the theory of relativity.
I am anxious to upload and publish this, because I get to feed him in a short while. I cannot wait to get my mitts on that little guy again.