oscar

Oscar joined our family on October 7th at 8:07 in the morning. He was born covered in goop (I believe that is the exact medical term) and screaming mad. 

For Violet and Winston's births, they were taken away right after the delivery while my surgery was finished, then I was taken to recovery for several hour.  I didn't hold either of them for 5-6 hours after they were born. You can imagine my surprise when I was handed Oscar right after he was delivered. 

 I held him in a bonding wrap for the next few hours while I was in recovery. He was very sweet but still a little mad from being born.

 I was loving bonding and holding my baby until several hours later when I realized there was no nursery. No where to send the baby when I wanted to nap. And he was very bonded. He had a hard time sleeping on his own. Rocky was a champ and stayed all five nights in the hospital to help me. Sleeping (occasionally) in this chair that appears to be borrowed from a dentist's office.

How lucky it is to come into the world already loved by so many. 

 It took him a couple of days to get up the gumption to open his eyes.

 We didn't really choose the name Oscar. Our kids did. When we first told them I was pregnant we talked about names we liked. Oscar was all the kids favorite and Eliot began calling him baby Oscar. Then sometime this summer Violet came home with a drawing of our family. She told me she had even drawn baby oscar. This was the first time she had acknowledged the baby and from then on she joined her sister in arguing vehemently for the name. I should also add that I'm not sure my kids have ever seen Sesame Street and they are not familiar with Oscar the Grouch but they do have a book they love called Oscar, the Cat about Town.

The day before we left for the hospital we reiterated what we had already told them so many times, the baby was not going to be named Oscar. After he was born we went through every name we had on our list and every other list we could find. Dozens and dozens of times. None of them seemed to fit. Then we realized he had always been Oscar.

And that our children own us. (as if us owning a bulldog was not evidence enough of that already.)

 He is very sweet and we love him.

 Coming home in the mini. You can't quite see from my stellar photography skills, but he barely fit in the backseat.  We didn't have to put his car seat in the roof (like we do with the others), so we considered it a win. Driving home in what is, in all reality, a street legal go-cart really tuckered him out.