Hey everybody, sorry it's been a couple of weeks since our last post. As you can imagine, having a newborn is a somewhat tiring activity. The good news is that our little guy slept relatively well last night, which means I have finally managed to muster the energy necessary to update the blog. Since this is a public blog and we will be posting from all over the world, Sarah and I thought it would be best not to include our son's name online. If you want to know what we're calling the little guy in real life, please shoot me an email. As far as the blog is concerned, he'll simply be known as El Senor.
(Don't worry: in the picture above, I'm doing what I'm told is the proper way to burp a newborn.) I won't go into a very long, drawn-out explanation of the birth, as many people tend to do on their blogs. If Sarah wants to go into further detail, she may update the blog in the future. Sarah started having regular contractions around 3:00pm on on Wednesday, August 21st. So what did we do? In typical Peterson fashion, we decided to make a lemon pound cake, since we already had the ingredients ready to go. So we baked the cake, packed our bags, had a few slices, and then made our way to the hospital.
Sarah was in labor for some time, so El Senor wasn't born until Thursday afternoon. He came two weeks early, which is a good thing, since he was a pretty big boy (8lbs. 5oz.). El Senor came out as a healthy little boy, but had a lot of trouble learning how to eat in the first few days. Which meant lots of time feeding him with a syringe dropper until he got the hang of sucking and swallowing. Rest assured, he's eating really well now.
Next came one of the most unpleasant parts of the newborn experience: moving into a hotel. Since we live in Ciudad Juarez, but chose to have the baby in El Paso, that meant we couldn't return home until our little guy had a birth certificate. Which normally wouldn't be an issue, except in Texas, where getting a copy of your birth certificate can take up to four weeks!
The hotel had its perks (free breakfast, housekeeping), but the disadvantages were somewhat challenging. We were constantly on top of each other, and had no separation to rest or relax. In short, it's just hard not being at your own home with your baby. And no joke, our hotel had the worst tenants. The room above us was occupied by a bunch of twenty-somethings in town for a rave, which meant they spent three days drinking, listening to techno, and jumping up and down at 3:00am for three days, until they got kicked out by management. Compare that to the family on the other side of our wall, who apparently kept a whiny puppy in the bathroom during their stay. Luckily, we didn't have to stay at the hotel for too long, but more on that in a bit...
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