Baptism

We had Patrick baptized when he was just a week old. We asked Bob (a.k.a. Gramps) to be the godfather, and he was going to be in town that weekend, so it worked out pretty well. Patrick, however, did not think it worked very well. Apparently, he was STARVING and screamed through the whole thing. Mommy was also a big mess. Eight days postpartum and the AC at our house stopped working...in June...in Atlanta...with all the grandparents, an aunt, an uncle, and 3 cousins in town. And then a big storm came through that night and knocked out our power! Turns out we all survived, got the kid dunked, and Jesus loves us all...even though he has a twisted sense of humor.

Baby Patrick

My mom came down to Atlanta on June 4th because I was feeling like something might be happening soon -- a perfectly logical thought given that my due date was the 8th. For the next 12 days, she cooked for us (lots of eggplant and pineapple), shopped for us, hung out with Elizabeth, and helped me keep my mind off the fact that I was STILL pregnant. It was a huge blessing to have her with us. On the evening of the 15th, we went to Dairy Queen after dinner. As we ate our ice cream a huge thunderstorm came through. There was also a full moon that night and a lunar eclipse. It took all those forces of nature to finally kick me into labor, and I felt the first contraction that night at 10pm! We went to the hospital the next afternoon at 1pm, and Patrick arrived at 3:49. The labor and birth was our ideal. I labored at home as long as I could, and then had a wonderful, non-medicated water birth at the hospital. My parents and aunt brought Elizabeth to the hospital, and they got to meet him while we were still in the delivery room. Elizabeth has loved her brother from the moment she saw him. She is an amazing big sister!

Patrick Joseph
June 16, 2011
3:49pm
9lbs 9oz
21 inches