New Arrival
Our sixth child (4th daughter) was born Meghan Renee Moore, 6lb14oz, 19", at 950am on 3/26/07, on the futon in our living room. This came after being discharged from the hospital at 630am. Amy told the nurses on duty, "Fine, you don't want me to have the baby here, I'll go have it at home and come back by ambulance holding the baby in my lap." Amy was joking when she said that. The problem was, Meghan heard what she said and decided to show Amy she shouldn't be poking fun at such things. Meghan said, "make it so", and there she was, crying on the futon with about eight paramedics and firefighters looking at her.
So because of this, we'll have to go get the birth certificate ourselves, since Meghan wasn't born at Harris. Annoying. But worth it, because she's cute. Looks EXACTLY like Lucas. Except she doesn't have a penis. And she has no neck. Back of her head looks like Jeremy, the hair stops, the skin gets thick, and suddenly you're looking at her back because her neck just doesn't exist anywhere. She cries, she squeaks, she wiggles, and she fills her diapers with black tar. Hooray for babies. And I have twelve to fourteen years to learn how to effectively wield a shotgun.
The trip to the hospital was not without joy. We left the house Monday morning at about 230am. Ran out of gas 2 miles from Harris and it took Amy and & about an hour to walk from the SB I-35W ramp onto WB I-30 to the hospital. Contractions every 2-3 minutes. Drunk bastards flying by at criminal speeds. And I missed picking up 3 hubcaps because I had no way to carry them. Amy's mom came a little later to take me back to the Suburban and gas it up to make it the last 2 miles. I'm leaving the fucker in the parking garage until it's time to take Meghan home. I have ONE validation sticker and I'm NOT wasting it.
I'm too tired to write anymore...time to shut off the TV/lights and try to get some sleep.
So because of this, we'll have to go get the birth certificate ourselves, since Meghan wasn't born at Harris. Annoying. But worth it, because she's cute. Looks EXACTLY like Lucas. Except she doesn't have a penis. And she has no neck. Back of her head looks like Jeremy, the hair stops, the skin gets thick, and suddenly you're looking at her back because her neck just doesn't exist anywhere. She cries, she squeaks, she wiggles, and she fills her diapers with black tar. Hooray for babies. And I have twelve to fourteen years to learn how to effectively wield a shotgun.
The trip to the hospital was not without joy. We left the house Monday morning at about 230am. Ran out of gas 2 miles from Harris and it took Amy and & about an hour to walk from the SB I-35W ramp onto WB I-30 to the hospital. Contractions every 2-3 minutes. Drunk bastards flying by at criminal speeds. And I missed picking up 3 hubcaps because I had no way to carry them. Amy's mom came a little later to take me back to the Suburban and gas it up to make it the last 2 miles. I'm leaving the fucker in the parking garage until it's time to take Meghan home. I have ONE validation sticker and I'm NOT wasting it.
I'm too tired to write anymore...time to shut off the TV/lights and try to get some sleep.