Surprise

I generally don't care for surprises. I prefer to be prepared and in control. That has NOT been our life recently. Look who's here.

 

Maybe he heard the c-section talk and decided to show up the week before his scheduled eviction. Maybe he was sick of his sister sitting on him like a park bench. Maybe he knew GG and Grandpa Reed were on their way. Maybe he thought why be almost Irish twins when you can actually BE an Irish twin. Maybe he didn't care that I haven't completed the nursery. 

Delivery was fast and furious.  I kept repeating to myself, "This isn't so bad, people say to labor as long as possible at home."  I thought that meant for days not HOURS. 

As soon as Jason saw our little guy, he knew his name. In honor of our maternal grandfathers...  

Anton* Thomas Gardner

Unfortunately Anton's little systems aren't quite ready for our earthly air.  His home is a NICU incubator until he can breathe without wheezing and keep food down. We pray that's soon. 


And for the record, once again we have the biggest baby in nursery*.

*As in Stanton, minus the "st." 

*Most of Anton's NICU neighbors are <5lbs.