Vicki did great, and is thrilled to be done with the dieting!
Saturday, October 20, 2018
"Not My First Rodeo" (Me, About My Second Rodeo)
Everyone said second labors are much faster than the first, but we really had no idea how true that was. Three pushes and Wesley was out! Six pounds, five ounces.
Vicki did great, and is thrilled to be done with the dieting!
Vicki did great, and is thrilled to be done with the dieting!
Tuesday, June 12, 2018
Imgur Numbering
I made a thing! It's a Chrome extension that adds numbering to Imgur images.
Unless there's only one image, of course. That would be silly.
Get Imgur Numbering in the Chrome Web Store, and comment here if you have issues.
Unless there's only one image, of course. That would be silly.
Get Imgur Numbering in the Chrome Web Store, and comment here if you have issues.
Sunday, June 8, 2014
The Big Day
It was certainly the most harrowing experience of my life. All the more terrifying considering we hope to go through it again at some point.
We called the doctor's office around 5:30am; Vicki was in a bit of pain but her water had not broken and her contractions were not very consistent. The doctor on-call told us, in a way which clearly indicated he was not quite awake, to wait until the contractions became more consistent. We both tried to get some rest again. I was much more successful, unsurprisingly.
At 9ish Vicki woke me up to tell me the contractions were becoming unbearable. We called the office again, and this time our doctor was on duty. He told us to come in.
We got to the hospital around 9:30am. Turns out Vicki was at 8cm already. A bit flustered, I scrambled to tell her family and wondered if they would be able to get here in time.
Vicki was fully dilated pretty soon, but we tried a few things to get the baby to turn around before trying to push. Eventually they had Vicki start pushing at 1pm. She started off making good progress, but after about two hours or so, things got stuck somewhat. The nurse started telling Vicki to rest every other contraction, and I was getting increasingly anxious watching the baby's heart-rate drop during every push. All the while the possibility of resorting to a C-section loomed, something none of us wanted.
The first week had its share of anxieties too. Warren wasn't sleeping well the first few nights, and I was afraid I might go crazy, anticipating the next three weeks of the same. Turns out Vicki's milk took a while to come in, and the little guy managed to drop to 5.1 lbs by that Friday. We started him on formula at that point, which eased his fussiness a lot at night and he soon returned to his birth weight. Tomorrow we find out the progress he has made since then.
Life, as Vicki and I have known it up to this point, appears to have been changed forever...
We called the doctor's office around 5:30am; Vicki was in a bit of pain but her water had not broken and her contractions were not very consistent. The doctor on-call told us, in a way which clearly indicated he was not quite awake, to wait until the contractions became more consistent. We both tried to get some rest again. I was much more successful, unsurprisingly.
At 9ish Vicki woke me up to tell me the contractions were becoming unbearable. We called the office again, and this time our doctor was on duty. He told us to come in.
We got to the hospital around 9:30am. Turns out Vicki was at 8cm already. A bit flustered, I scrambled to tell her family and wondered if they would be able to get here in time.
Vicki was fully dilated pretty soon, but we tried a few things to get the baby to turn around before trying to push. Eventually they had Vicki start pushing at 1pm. She started off making good progress, but after about two hours or so, things got stuck somewhat. The nurse started telling Vicki to rest every other contraction, and I was getting increasingly anxious watching the baby's heart-rate drop during every push. All the while the possibility of resorting to a C-section loomed, something none of us wanted.
At the three-hour mark we decided to try suction. The room bustled as preparations were made; scrubs were donned, and the doctor put Vicki into stirrups which were of course too big for her. The plastic suction grip was attached, some violent maneuvers ensued, and baby Warren was out, a full mane of hair adorning his impressive torpedo of a head. Born face-up with the cord around his neck, he looked exhausted; his cries were so feeble as the pediatrician whisked him to the warming bed. I cried too, watching him there, both of us so helpless.
The first week had its share of anxieties too. Warren wasn't sleeping well the first few nights, and I was afraid I might go crazy, anticipating the next three weeks of the same. Turns out Vicki's milk took a while to come in, and the little guy managed to drop to 5.1 lbs by that Friday. We started him on formula at that point, which eased his fussiness a lot at night and he soon returned to his birth weight. Tomorrow we find out the progress he has made since then.
Life, as Vicki and I have known it up to this point, appears to have been changed forever...
Monday, May 26, 2014
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Daly Tripper
It's been a few weeks now in our new city! We took advantage of the weekend and made a trip to Golden Gate Park.
While we waited for the Muni at the Daly City BART, an elderly Asian lady tried talking to us, but we couldn't understand her. Finally she pointed to something behind us. Turns out we were waiting at the wrong stop; she must have noticed we were waiting for the 28-bus after seeing us rush to catch the one that just left. I was impressed that she put in the effort to let us know!
We ate and picked up some random necessities at different shops. We even dropped by an estate sale along the way. It turned out to be a really nice, sunny day, which was a huge contrast for me, being cooped up in gloomy, foggy Daly City all week. Here's a picture of us waiting for the bus again, enjoying our first (quite cheap) "self-serve boba" milk tea:
While we waited for the Muni at the Daly City BART, an elderly Asian lady tried talking to us, but we couldn't understand her. Finally she pointed to something behind us. Turns out we were waiting at the wrong stop; she must have noticed we were waiting for the 28-bus after seeing us rush to catch the one that just left. I was impressed that she put in the effort to let us know!
We ate and picked up some random necessities at different shops. We even dropped by an estate sale along the way. It turned out to be a really nice, sunny day, which was a huge contrast for me, being cooped up in gloomy, foggy Daly City all week. Here's a picture of us waiting for the bus again, enjoying our first (quite cheap) "self-serve boba" milk tea:
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| Public transportation gluttons |
Friday, October 14, 2011
Hitched
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| photo: Alan Harris |
I'd like to give a very heartfelt thanks to everyone who went out of their way to attend. If it wasn't the most complicated ceremony/reception arrangement possible, it must have been close to it. It meant so much to us to be able to see all of your faces. Friends and family came from as far north as Seattle, as far south as Texas, as far west as Taiwan, and as far east as France. As much as Vicki and I dislike being the center of attention, we are so moved by the love and support you all have shown us.
And as if coming out all that way wasn't enough, everyone gave us so much! Thank you all for your kind generosity.
It would be impossible to adequately thank everyone who helped make this happen. We definitely could not have done it without the help of: Vicki's mom, aunts and uncles; her sisters Karen, Mimi, and Betty; and her bridesmaids Joanne and Ann. A special thanks to groomsmen Ben and Joel (and their wives, Claire and Joanne) for throwing me a blast of a party and as well as staying so on top of things throughout the entire marathon of a day.
And a heartfelt apology to all those we couldn't invite. Hopefully we will get to see all of you in the near future.
Thanks again, everyone!
P.S. I also deeply apologize for the band at the reception. Yikes.
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