Introducing Oscar Ray Arnold-Nessel
I thought I'd set up this blog for those friends and relatives who can't open the gratuitious baby pics we've deluged them with via email.
The story to date: Our son Oscar Ray is now nine days old. He debuted March 5 at 2:31 a.m. via Caesarian, by which point his poor mother had been in labor 31 hours, and emerged bright purple, having gotten tangled up in his umbilical cord.
He weighed in at 7 pounds, 11 ounces and measured 20 3/4 inches in length (though this fact is disputed by our pediatrician, whose ruler counts 20 1/2 inches). After doing his time under the lights for a bout with jaundice, he's home and thriving. We took him in yesterday and he's already up to 8 pounds.
Here's one of him and his mother, the morning after his birth.
With all respect to Mary of Nazareth and the Baby Jesus, I imagine Jen and Oscar could have given them a run for their money in the beatific looks department.
Granted, NYU Hospital is no manger, although we did encounter an ass or two. Also some wise women bearing gifts. I wish I had a shot of Jen's 'Hug Me' pillow. After the C-section, she was getting severe pains everytime she coughed. One of the nurses taped together a makeshift pillow for her to hold to her abdomen when she felt a coughing bout coming on and wrote 'Hug Me' on it in marker. It was really sweet.
Oscar Ray suffered a bout with jaundice and did his time under the lights, but he's now back at home and eating like Takeru Kobayashi at a weenie roast. We took him to the pediatrician yesterday and were delighted to learn that he'd already gone up to eight pounds, so our round-the-clock feeding schedule seems to be paying off.
Here's one (lightly Photoshopped) for scale:
He's still pretty sleepy. Much of our time so far has been spent waking him up for feedings (every 2-3 hours, on average). But these last couple days, he's been gradually becoming more awake more of the time and finding his lungs and putting us on his schedule. We should soon have a first-rate air raid siren on our hands at the rate he's going.
The story to date: Our son Oscar Ray is now nine days old. He debuted March 5 at 2:31 a.m. via Caesarian, by which point his poor mother had been in labor 31 hours, and emerged bright purple, having gotten tangled up in his umbilical cord.
He weighed in at 7 pounds, 11 ounces and measured 20 3/4 inches in length (though this fact is disputed by our pediatrician, whose ruler counts 20 1/2 inches). After doing his time under the lights for a bout with jaundice, he's home and thriving. We took him in yesterday and he's already up to 8 pounds.
Here's one of him and his mother, the morning after his birth.
With all respect to Mary of Nazareth and the Baby Jesus, I imagine Jen and Oscar could have given them a run for their money in the beatific looks department.
Granted, NYU Hospital is no manger, although we did encounter an ass or two. Also some wise women bearing gifts. I wish I had a shot of Jen's 'Hug Me' pillow. After the C-section, she was getting severe pains everytime she coughed. One of the nurses taped together a makeshift pillow for her to hold to her abdomen when she felt a coughing bout coming on and wrote 'Hug Me' on it in marker. It was really sweet.
Oscar Ray suffered a bout with jaundice and did his time under the lights, but he's now back at home and eating like Takeru Kobayashi at a weenie roast. We took him to the pediatrician yesterday and were delighted to learn that he'd already gone up to eight pounds, so our round-the-clock feeding schedule seems to be paying off.
Here's one (lightly Photoshopped) for scale:
He's still pretty sleepy. Much of our time so far has been spent waking him up for feedings (every 2-3 hours, on average). But these last couple days, he's been gradually becoming more awake more of the time and finding his lungs and putting us on his schedule. We should soon have a first-rate air raid siren on our hands at the rate he's going.
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