Bloop. Ah, there he is.

I couldn't sleep last night because I thought I heard Lisa's patented sigh. The same sigh that she made when she went into labor with Maile and Beck, by now burned in my head. Lisa's Mom wasn't due to be here in SF until tomorrow (Friday) night, so we were hoping Lisa would hold off until then, in case she went into labor at night (otherwise who would watch the kids!). And I of course just didn't want to get up at night. That would suck.

Lucky for us, Lisa held off until exactly morning, starting her contractions right when I woke up at 7am. We whipped up her overnight bag, gave the kids breakfast, and I dropped off Lisa at the hospital just before dropping the kids at school. For some reason I felt like I might not get a chance to eat much today, so pow - McDonald's sausage mcmuffin .Trying to start a trend for each kid born. When Beck was born, I shaved my head. With this guy, it's Super-Size Me for a day (that's right, three non-vegetarian fast-food meals in a row!)

Back at the hospital, Lisa was pretty close by the time I got back. It's interesting how alike Lisa and I are with pain-type things. We sort of keep to ourselves when in physical pain and don't say much when other people are in the room. When people leave, we make small chit chat with each other. That hurt? Oh ok. Did you update your facebook? Cool.

The anesthesiologist poked a couple holes in her hand which only produced a couple bruises. Once he finally got a good vein for the IV, he worked on the epidural. Lifesaver for Lisa! After that, it was smooth sailing. I went from "that looks like it hurts as much as my 100 miler" to "who said having a baby is tough?"

After about an hour of labor or so - bloop. There he was. Seemed pretty ugly to me at first, but seemed to look better after being cleaned up. Going through this the third time was almost the exact same as the other two times. I felt a little emotional as the baby came out (for about 2 seconds), and then Lisa said "aw, baaaby", like she usually does. And then at the end I look at the uterus thing that comes out and say "man, that is nasty." Done it once, done it a million times.

So - baby boy, 7lbs 3oz, 19 inches, ugly at first, better looking later. Weird looking ears. Mathis Alexander Lynn (MAL!). As I said to Lisa about 10 times - the 2008 Sacks Leader for the Indianapolis Colts. Robert Mathis, number 98!









 
By this time it was about 2pm and I was staaaaarving (even tho I had Mcdonalds for breakfast). Just as I was about to leave, the nurse told me to stay a bit to push Mathis to the nursery. So one hour in the nursery and about 10 infant tests later, I say to the nurse "um, can I just go and get something to eat?". She says "oh yea, sure, we'll just wheel him over to Mom when we're done". Note to self, the dad does NOT need to go to the nursery, it's just a trick.

Later that night, I picked up Maile and Beck. We went to see Mom. We introduced Mathis to the kids as Xaio-Di (little little brother). What is the obsession of chinese people NOT using kid's names? On the other hand, I can't wait until the first white person comes up to us and says "why do you guys call your son Shoutie"?

On the way out, we saw gan-ma Vicki on her way in to visit, and Beck told her that "Mommy had baby, tiny-tiny". Hee hee.

(ok ok, this blog is almost over, what's the limit to the text on here anyway?) Finally we get home and Beck can't stop crying because he misses his mommy already. We called her at the hospital and he couldn't even talk, he was crying so much! So mommy sang to Beck over the phone. Aw. Maile said "because didi likes mommy and not daddy". And then later Maile and I played our game of who loves each other more. I started with "I love you two times", and she ended me with "I love you into outer space". And then Beck starting crying...

Ok, I will personally guarantee I don't write another blog this long. Let's see how much Lisa censors this. Three kids, woohoo! I mean doh! I mean woohoo! ...