Is this the day?

It's 6:30 a.m. and I've been up now for an hour. Julie slept well through the night, with the occasional need to switch sides or visit from the nightshift nurse. I tucked in to the banquet bed with some lovely one-inch pillows ... but given the long day I expect for Thursday, slept pretty good.

This morning, the nurse had to start a third IV port ... with number two blowing out. She collected the blood samples for our via-cord kit (look it up, pretty cool). They were a little worried about the baby going through an extended sleep pattern while Julie was on the cervidil. That's been removed and Julie is now on a little oxygen and an IV. Turner's heartrate is stable after a little stage of being low overnight. It looks like they will start the pitocin this morning and our doctor has just arrived for his shift. As I was blogging, they've added the pitocin and penicillin (for strep B) to the IV. Doctor Robbins joked that Julie has Pupps because I'm a Georgia Bulldog ... he roots for Tech.



Is today going to be the day I get to hold my son? I wonder what my father was thinking the day I was born. And his father. What is a father supposed to think about? I'm thinking that Julie is super strong. I'm knowing that God has been better to me than I deserve. This wonderful wife and a son on the way anytime. I'm thinking that Turner had better be really sweet to his mommy after these last couple of days. I'm thinking about the smell of babies and how sweet it is to hold them while they sleep. I'm thinking that today could very well be the day that my life changes forever. I'm thinking and praying and enjoying this moment.