I’d Like to Introduce You to Mr. Evan Bradley

Last Sunday in the wee hours of the morning, we welcomed Evan Bradley into the world.  He was born on his great grandfather’s birthday (Brad’s Dad’s Dad), and missed my birthday by a day.  Although I would have loved to share with him, I don’t think that it would have been as fun for him.  He was also born at the exact same time as his little sister- and came into the world in nearly the same fashion.

It was a very easy delivery to conclude a long and daunting pregnancy.  After having irregular contractions all day on Saturday, we decided to go in around 10:00 p.m.  After nearly getting taken out (and watching several others) by a drunk driver as soon we hit Springfield, we made it to the hospital at exactly 11:00.  ***Side Note:  Trying to call anything into the Springfield PD is nearly impossible on a cell.  My phone won’t call 911 and their automated system will not allow you to push 1 from a mobile phone (or my iPhone at least).  This matter definitely needs attention.

By 12:30, they were admitting me.   I’d decided that after having the last two naturally and the toll that this pregnancy had taken, I wanted an epidural.  The problem?  The anesthesiologist was in emergency surgery and apparently they only have one.  He did finally make it in around 1:50 (he was born at 2:11), just as I’d convinced the nurse to give me a shot of something.. anything.. It had just started to take effect as I delivered.  One anesthesiologist for an enormous hospital on a full moon Saturday night? 

Evan was taken almost immediately to the NICU for suspicion of aspiration of fluid.  After 48 hours of monitoring and testing, it was deemed that he was extremely healthy and we were allowed to go home. 

He weighed 7lbs 14oz, and was almost 22” long.  He has enormous hands and feet.  His hands have never curled like most newborns.  They are always moving and grabbing at things.  I tried to show in the photo above how large they actually are.  His feet and are so long that he is wearing some 3-6 month sleepers, which are baggy elsewhere.

I was so worried that I was in for trouble with him- as the other two slept through the night from the day they got home and hardly ever fussed.  It looks like I’m lucky so far (crossing fingers, knocking on wood).  He wakes up once a night to eat.  He sleeps in. He has only cried a couple of times.  He even enjoyed his first bath yesterday.

Of course, he’s spoiled rotten.  Brother and sister are thrilled to have him, they’ve been taking very good care of him.  He’s definitely the perfect addition to our family.