We have a boy! Callum Michael arrived Saturday, April 23rd at 6:38pm! He weighed in at 7lbs 14oz at birth and was measured incorrectly at 22 inches long! We're all so excited that he's here and healthy and handsome!
Deliveries are happening faster and faster with each child we have. This one was a whirlwind at 10 hours! As usual, Tammy was amazing. After not eating all day because of the potential for surgery, she still did the whole thing naturally. I was a wreck the whole time and mostly useless.
None of our children seem to come without a little excitement, and Callum held true to the traditions of his foresisters by being face up and needing a little help from the Hoover to come out properly. The vacuum left a bit of a bump on his head, but the hospital toque covered it nicely and it melded back into shape in no time.
There was some minor surgery for Tammy after the delivery, but she was up and about in no time. My parents brought the girls by on Sunday after church for a quick visit and Tammy's parents broke several traffic laws coming back from Raymond to be able to visit us in the hospital before we were sent home. They caught us just as we were headed out and we were home almost exactly 24 hours from the time he was born.
He's been pretty good to us so far; eating well and sleeping well and being super cute. It took us a long time to settle on a name for the boy, but we finally did and the next day he was born. Callum (Kal-um) is a Scottish name and is pretty popular across the pond, but it turns out not many people here have heard it before. Watch some English soccer or rugby and you'll catch it. His middle name comes from a long standing tradition passed down for quite a few generations now. It's the custom of our people to give the father's first name as the first born son's middle name, hence my middle name is Kenneth after my father, and his middle name is Ronald after his father, and his middle name is George after his father, and so on. It's easier to do genealogy that way. Little Callum comes from a long line of first born sons, and the hope is that some day he'll pass on the tradition to his first born son, unless we've switched to the number code system of naming people by then.
