Out the window

On Sunday, Myrna had some contractions, so we trundled off to Aspen in the trusty Subaru. Our reception was less than stellar, as It was clear that the night nurses didn't want to help out too much. Naturally, we had called the night service at the Doctor's office, but after it rang for 3 minutes, I decided it was not going to pick up. I was really wishing we were at the airport, because by comparison, you really feel like a valued customer there. The staff sort of blew us off, finding us home with some Ambien and instructions to go to see the doc At 8:45. In Basalt.

Which is nice, since Basalt is close to home. Except the Basalt office is closed on Mondays.

We got to the Doc in Aspen, she said Cool-go to the hospital. Like obedient people, we did, and this time check in was or breeze. By 10 or so, we were at set and waiting for drugs. At least I was, Myra had an epidural. But I digress.

Another check, And the Doc says "Hmm.... that feels like a butt." the other Doc checks and goes "Yup. That's a butt. You're having a C-section."

Good to learn my son will carry on my approach of going at life ass-first. But I digress.

So, a quick change of plans, a call to OR, jammies for me, and it's off down the hall.

And, lo and behold, Dante Z came into the world, ass-first. Attaboy.

7 pounds, 8.6 ounces. 21" long. 1:50pm.

Now Mom and baby are resting, gathering energy for a bit of spring skiing. After all, it's corning up nicely out there, and Highlands will be open an extra week. So go there and stay off Ajax.

Nice hat. By the way, that's not Mom.

Here's mom.

Let's also give credit where credit is due: Prisca kept us safe and sane, and has been invaluable. If you can bring your own nurse to these events, I say go for it.