June 11th we checked in to the hospital. After a sumptuous hospital lunch, we waited. Both of us hoped that our guy would come soon and we could avoid a four day epic like we had with the birth of our first son. We joked about how we better not give birth on the dreaded Friday the 13th or else our new baby would be destined to a life like the story line of a Johnny Cash song. At 8:48 pm, Jenny was done with the extraordinary hard work of bringing a baby into the world. 6 lbs. 8 oz. and 20 inches long. Not bad for a few weeks early! Everyone is happy.
2 comments:
congrats joe!
Congratulations!! For what it is worth, Friday the thirteenth has always been a good luck day for me. :)
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