A call day, really? Actually Oliver was indeed born on a day Erik was supposed to be on call. Thank goodness for backup call. Grateful for a supportive residency program.
(First several pictures were from the Sunday before Oliver arrived, as we eagerly/sometimes impatiently awaited him!) Claire cuddles with Papa on the couch.
We were inspired to take family pictures. Girls kissing Papa.
Nanny joins in.
We tried a pose with the four of us, but the fire alarm went off from cooking bacon.
All in a row.
Getting family shots right before the family changes.
Girls anticipating meeting their baby brother. They've been excited.
Then, on Erik's call day on Thursday, we went to the hospital for me to be induced at 41w1d. Turned out that breaking my water was all that was needed to get Oliver to come. And here he is! 7lb, 15oz (exact same weight as Eleanor), born 2/7/13 at 4:40pm
Oliver on the warming table, just a few minutes after birth
Mommy and Oliver, shortly after Mommy came back from the OR.
Claire and Eleanor visit on Friday the day after Oliver's birth and await meeting him (since he had been taken out of the room for a procedure right before they arrived). They trekked to the hospital on the bus with Nanny to meet Oliver before the blizzard started later in the day.
Part of the excitement of visiting the hospital is eating special snacks while you wait to meet your brother!
Eleanor and Claire meet Oliver, in his bassinet. Eleanor's spontaneous reaction was to kiss and cuddle with Claire while looking at him.
It was SUCH a sweet moment. We wish we knew what was going through Eleanor's head.
Nanny gets to hold Oliver for the first time.
Girls still taking in their long-awaited baby brother.
Cuddling with each other.
Proud big sister.
Claire wanted to hold him too, but kept wanting to touch him too much (his eyes, etc).
Now a family of five.
Daddy and Oliver in his "party hat," a hat with ribbons on the end that all the babies at the hospital had.
Saturday evening. Oliver about to leave the hospital, all bundled up. We took a taxi to where our street meets a major road and hiked the rest of the way home. (Pictures below.)
We got home right before their bedtime, and the girls wanted to hold Oliver again, at home.
Oliver's opinion of getting diaper and clothes changed--lots of loud crying.
A few pictures of the effects of the storm, Nemo. View from our room on the 10th floor of the hospital. Taken Friday morning before the storm.
Same view, taken Saturday after the snow had stopped falling. From the 10th floor, you can't tell how much snow really fell.
But, when you walk down our street, it's obvious that there is LOTS of work to do before the city is running again. This is right outside our house (porch and green doors are ours). The big lump in the center of the picture is our buried van. Note, the road that I stood in to take the picture--plowing needed!
Looking the opposite direction down our street. This is what we trekked down to get home, with hospital bags and baby in arms. Just your typical bringing home baby, right?
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