It’s a Boy
No, the lovely Jeannie and I have not had a child. The proud parents are Jerry Chandler II and his most excellent wife, Jenn.
Ian Jackson Chandler was born on 11:32 p.m. on Monday, July 2. As soon as I’ve been given authorization by the proud parents, I will post pictures of this handsome little tyke.
This birth was a bit rougher than the norm for both mother and child. The news as of this post, however, is that both mother and child are expected to be okay. Please join me in sending your prayers and good wishes for a speedy recovery for Jenn and Ian.
Some of you may not realize just how much cause we have to celebrate. I’ve been given a somewhat different perspective because my lovely girlfriend works for the Social Services department in the county where we live. She has regaled me with horrifying stories of monstrous parents who do unspeakable things to their children.
The Chandlers, however, are two of the warmest, most compassionate, most decent, and most intelligent people I know. Ian Jackson Chandler could not ask for better parents. While there are no guarantees in life, no child will have a better shot at happiness than this one.
Congratulations, Jerry and Jenn. Can’t wait to meet the little guy in person!
Edited on Sunday, July 8, 2007, at 1:58 a.m., in order to correct Ian’s time of birth.
July 6th, 2007 at 7:36 am
Congratualtions to you both!
July 6th, 2007 at 5:14 pm
Congratulations Jerry and Jenn and mazal tov.
July 6th, 2007 at 11:36 pm
Lets see…
Bill only got one thing wrong and that was completely my fault for hitting the wrong key when I sent the first email out. Ian was born at 11:32. He decided to explore the world about seven weeks early, so he was kinda small. He only came in at 4 lbs. 6.2 oz. & 16.9 inches at birth.
Still, for a seven week early baby boy at that size, he’s coming along quite well. He hit his first major benchmark (breathing on his own and at 100%) in under ten hours, his second (pooping his diaper) at just around twenty four hours and he has gone on to two bottle feedings a day starting today. I just left the hospital about an hour ago where had successfully repeated two of his benchmarks at the same time. In a thirty minute feeding time, he ate from the bottle for five minutes, pooped for twenty minutes and then finished off the bottle in the last five minutes. I mean, dear god, there was more poop there then there was baby. This was a very scary thing when looking at the future. If he keeps this kind of thing up, there’s going to be a time that he does that kind of a load and I can’t pawn the diaper job off on Jenn.
Jenn’s doing well after a small setback. Ian had to be delivered via c-section and Jenn’s stitches all went pop yesterday before they were going to discharge her. They spent about an hour or so re-sewing everything with better grade thread and a few staples to boot and Jenn’s doing much better now. She should be able to come home late this weekend. Ian still has a couple plus weeks to go before we get to bring him home though, so Jenn is going to be getting dropped off there a lot when I head into to work to sit the evening out with him.
I’m falling apart. I’m functioning on very little sleep, still have three weeks worth of prep to do around the house (it seemed a safe schedule for an August 22 due date) and my wife’s cat is sure that I’m hiding mommy from him just to be mean. That translates into a cat the hides all day, stomps his feet when he does come out and occasionally scent marks my shoe. He’s only a wee bit less high strung at the moment then I am. God help Jenn when she wobbles through the door later this weekend. She’s going to be hit by a flying cat in a manner that’ll be either reminiscent of Odie hitting John when he walks through the door or Goldberg spearing some poor jobber.
Now, I have to go to bed. Strange as it may seem, I actually feel the need to sleep rather then blog and watch cheap grade horror flicks until 3 AM. God help me, but the fatherhood infection is already kicking my butt. Still, I don’t have it as bad now as Myers will then when they have to welcome the triplets into their lives.
July 7th, 2007 at 4:28 pm
Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, didn’t anyone tell you the entire time Jenn was hauling Ian around that the amount of poop is in no way related to the size of the kid? They’ve actually discovered that all baby poop comes through an extradimensional gate, and the amount that comes through is in inverse proportion to the amount of time you have to be somewhere. This is no urban legend, my friend, I’ve done the research AND I’ve had the experience. BTW, telling your boss that you had to change the baby right before you left for work–don’t know about your boss, but that’ll only getcha off the hook once, maybe twice a month. Now, stop reading this and GO BACK TO SLEEP!!
Bill–triplets? TRIPLETS? Three little Myerlings? Or is Jerry just wishing evil on you in his seriously sleep-deprived state? Actually, I should say,wishing evil on Jeannie? (Why would he do that, I wonder?)
July 21st, 2007 at 9:44 am
Triplets? Bill must have another girlfriend around here somewhere…..