Welcome to Addison Joy

June 5th, 2011 § 2 comments

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Addi­son Joy Noller;  Born 11:50pm June 2nd — 19 3/4 inches, 7.8lbs

Yup, as I men­tioned in On Fam­ily, Crank­ing and Chang­ing — we’ve been in the home stretch of com­plet­ing fork­ing our sec­ond child process — Addi­son Joy Noller. Every­one who is crazy enough to be fol­low­ing me on twit­ter saw me “live tweet­ing” the events on the sec­ond. Inter­est­ingly, shar­ing it with all my friends and acquain­tances made the dif­fi­culty and frus­tra­tion and other crud that much more bear­able for me, so another huge thank you to all of you who reached out to me there, and in pri­vate to give my wife Dusty and I well wishes. It meant/means a lot to our entire family.

Despite all of the prob­lems, com­pli­ca­tions, hos­pi­tal stays pain and risk, my wife and Addi­son are doing amaz­ingly well, and we’re already at home. There was a lot of very try­ing things lead­ing up to this, and up until the moment when Addi­son finally joined us, there was a lot of fear and anx­i­ety sur­round­ing this. Birth can not just be risky for the infant, but also for the mother, and we has risk out the waz­zoo. I think all of my Java pro­gram­ming knowl­edge was replaced with intri­cate knowl­edge of var­i­ous preg­nancy related com­pli­ca­tions and meth­ods of man­ag­ing a strong-willed child.

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Big Sis­ter giv­ing the thumbs up of approval.

That’s all behind us; new chal­lenges await — fig­ur­ing out feeding/sleep­ing sched­ules, teach­ing our beau­ti­ful four year old who is incred­i­bly excited to be a big sis­ter how to be a big sis­ter, fig­ur­ing out the lit­tle 7lbs enigma sit­ting next me in the crib. Hope­fully she’ll like me read­ing K&R out loud to her as much as her big sis­ter did. The entire process of birth, despite thou­sands of years of human evo­lu­tion still remains a mix­ture of sci­ence, the unknown and a lot of guess­work. I know the term “it’s a mir­a­cle” is beaten like my four year old’s drum, but it really is a mir­a­cle — the amount we don’t know and the amount of guess­ing that goes into the “process” is astound­ing and humbling.

Time to break out the Bop­pys, san­i­tize the bot­tles and explain to my pug what the heck this beau­ti­ful lit­tle crea­ture is here in the bassinet. Maybe later she’ll let me fin­ish my blog post on vim and mow the lawn. Or we might just sit here on the couch and chill out. It’s amaz­ing how far we’ve all come since this post for my first daugh­ter in 2007.

Oblig­a­tory Flickr set here.

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