Cole's Delivery In Pictures

 

 

 

 

One of these days I will get around to writing about the birth, but for now I will post pictures to hold you over.  I am embarrassed that I am even posting some of these awful pictures...so beware, some of you are getting ready to see some pictures of the Lane you never knew. =)

 

One of the last belly shots we took. I am guessing that I was about 37.5 weeks.

 

 

 Our last sisterly preggo picture. Now is sux to be you, Leah! Let's hope in a couple months my tummy looks more like the skinny on the right, and Leah’s looks more like my giant wildebeest of a stomach.

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Admitted into the hospital at 4pm on Saturday, August 23, 2008. The worst part of the entire labor was the IV they stuck in me. As you can tell I wasn't happy about it.

 

 

 Looks painful eh? I wish other mothers would have told me how bad it would hurt. So all you expecting mothers...let this picture be your warning.

 

Our little Tot arrived ...

 

Holy shit, it was a boy! To this day we are still so suprised that he was a boy. It seemed like everyone and their dog thought I was having a girl, with myself and Pook included.

 

 

Cole Ethan all gooey, squishy, wrinkly and gosh darn beautiful. 

 

 First family picture. 

 

 I.D. card on the bassinet

 

 Auntie H meets Cole

 

 Carrie, Brandon and Clay were our first non-family visitors. Yes, Clay is playing in the wheelchair in the background....typical!  By the way Clay, I promise if it was a girl we would have named her Clayla just for you.

 

Ever seen a fat girl boozing in the hospital? Well now you have. Apparently dark beer helps your milk come in.

 

 Tootsie and I

 

 Uncle Dave ... dude I like Uncle Woodie better, no?

 

 Proud Aunt and Grandma

 

 Begining of day 2...Dayna was the first visitor of the day...

 

 Then came Sarah...

 

 Kenna...

 

 And C-Line.

 

 Cole loves his Aunt Fro's massive pillows

 

 We loved all the flowers everyone sent.

 

Yes, pook spent just as much time in the hospital bed as I. I swear he thought he was the patient.

 

 

Pooks wrist band

 

 Day Three: Finally going home

 

Baby Cakes is ready to go.

 

 

Father and Son ready to take on the real world.

 

No, I am not crippled and yes, they made me ride the handicapped wheelchair to the car.

 

 

 We're home!!!