Just in case you guys have been wondering why blogging has been so “light” over the past several weeks…
Last night, my wife Tiffany gave birth to our third little boy, James Henry Goff, at 8:42pm. With our past experience with premature delivery, we were surprised to find ourselves still waiting almost a week after his due date for James to make his cameo. When we went down for our checkup yesterday, we found that Tiffany was already dilated 2/3rds of the way in spite of not having had hardly any painful contractions. We decided it would be better to induce while we were actually down in Bakersfield, instead of risking her dilating even further and then going into labor before we could reach the hospital.
Fortunately we had packed all of our bags and left Jonny with a babysitter, so we ended up checking in to the hospital around 5:30pm after getting some dinner. Our doctor came and ruptured Tiff’s membrane around 6:10 to see if it would induce labor without needing to use a drug like Petosin. Tiff went into labor almost immediately, and within just over two and a half hours, we had ourselves another “little” boy. We found out though that 41 week babies seem to come in slightly bigger sizes than the 34 week ones…
James tipped the scales at 9lb 2oz (literally twice as heavy as Jonny was when he was born), and 21 inches long. I’m really surprised that Tiff was able to sing a solo in church two weeks ago with a kiddo that size taking up all her lung space. He’s got long dark hair, and a cute little baby face.
As you can see from this next picture, his lungs were also fully functional…
So far he’s mostly been interested in eating, sleeping, dreaming of eating, making stinky messes, and being extraordinarily cute.
The nurses and doctors there at Mercy Southwest Hospital there in Bakersfield were great, and we were back on the road home less than a day from when we were admitted. Tiff’s a little worse for the wear, but doing much better now.
The interesting thing is that James is as big as Jonny was when he was 6 or 8 months old. He’s about the right size for me to hold in my lap while blogging. I’m sure I’ll get a chance to “multitask” a bit in the near future.
When we got back to Tehachapi this afternoon (in the middle of a snowstorm), we picked Jonny up from the babysitters. He was really excited to see his little brother, and was even capable of being gentle with him! Apparently he saves his rough-housing for his Daddy.
Apparently Jonny didn’t sleep very well yesterday (and didn’t take any naps). So he ended up falling asleep at the tray, so to speak, while eating some Macaroni and Cheese.
Unfortunately he woke up while we were cleaning him off, and refused to go back to sleep. I was totally confused how he could be so full of energy so late at night, until Tiff pointed out that it was actually still barely 8pm. I was surprised because I could’ve sworn it was nearly midnight. So right now we’re up with him wearing him out so he’ll go to sleep. That and going through our pictures finding the cutest ones of James to post. We kind of liked this one of James dancing a little jig in his sleep:
So, seeing as how he was born on Boxing Day, does this mean he might end up being a pugilist?