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My sister gave birth this afternoon to a beautiful, healthy baby boy (8 lbs., 15 oz). For anyone unaware, my sister informed us that she was pregnant two weeks after my mom passed away. She was already nearly seven months in, and apparently it was only us men who had not realized what was up. The father was an inconsequential one-night stand, and has not been contacted regarding his offspring. My sister decided she was not ready for motherhood and opted to go the adoption route. She decided on an open adoption, such that she will get periodical updates, along with the opportunity to see the child at an annual picnic the adoption agency sponsors. My dad and I were able to spend the whole day hanging out with the couple Alyssa picked, and I must say they are absolutely wonderful. We all got along very well and the situation was not in any way weird. I am not sure if it is legal to give details, but I will say that the new father looks like a hybrid between Jason Alexander and John Lithgow.
The labor itself went very well. She was a week passed her due date, so they induced her with Pitocin early this morning. She had an epidural when the pain started up, so most of the time she was very relaxed. Her doctor was awesome, a middle-aged man with a 19th century mutton-chop mustache (picture President Chester A. Arthur). She only wanted the couple in there for the actual birth, so my dad and I sat in the waiting room, when suddenly I saw what appeared to be a treasure map sticking out of a tattered seat cushion... but I digress, that is a story for another day. We were called back in after an hour and boom, there was a baby. The couple named him Justin Francis, Francis after the wife's mom who had just passed away, and Justin because, well the husband likes the name Justin. Everyone said that Alyssa was amazing. She was smiles and laughs the whole way through, and she didn't cry out in pain once. When asked how she was doing, she would respond, "fine, how are you doing?"
Alyssa will be in the hospital until Thursday morning. She was doing well when we left her this evening, and I'll be hanging out with her for most of tomorrow.
The labor itself went very well. She was a week passed her due date, so they induced her with Pitocin early this morning. She had an epidural when the pain started up, so most of the time she was very relaxed. Her doctor was awesome, a middle-aged man with a 19th century mutton-chop mustache (picture President Chester A. Arthur). She only wanted the couple in there for the actual birth, so my dad and I sat in the waiting room, when suddenly I saw what appeared to be a treasure map sticking out of a tattered seat cushion... but I digress, that is a story for another day. We were called back in after an hour and boom, there was a baby. The couple named him Justin Francis, Francis after the wife's mom who had just passed away, and Justin because, well the husband likes the name Justin. Everyone said that Alyssa was amazing. She was smiles and laughs the whole way through, and she didn't cry out in pain once. When asked how she was doing, she would respond, "fine, how are you doing?"
Alyssa will be in the hospital until Thursday morning. She was doing well when we left her this evening, and I'll be hanging out with her for most of tomorrow.