Long overdue . . . . .

. . . some pictures of our little girl.

After almost three weeks, we seem to adjusting steadily. The boys, who had their double-male paradigm shattered, are returning to normalcy. Many times they need an extra special hug or wrestle session.
Olivia is eating well and growing just right. She still wakes a up a few times a night, but Amy gets to sleep a little late before I leave for the office.
We're so thankful that everyone is healthy and happy!

Heavenly Father, you sent your own Son into this world. We
thank you for the life of this child, Olivia, entrusted to our care.
Help us to remember that we are all your children, and so to
love and nurture her, that she may attain to that full stature
intended for her in your eternal kingdom; for the sake of
your dear Son, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. BCP, 439.

The Good Life

There are many things in life that I enjoy. Two of those things are my baby girl Olivia and fantasy football. Right now Olivia is snuggled up on my chest, and I'm on the Fantasy Sports Gamechannel keeping up with the Saints and Colts game. This is nice.

Olivia Anne Wright

Wednesday, August 29th, was quite a day. We awoke early to get to the hospital for Amy's induction. When we arrived we had to wait a bit because there were no rooms available - I attribute this to the full moon and lunar eclipse. While waiting we got to eat breakfast in the new Dining Center (whatever happened to the good, old Cafeteria?) and read exciting articles in National Geographic.
Once Amy was put into a room, hooked up to the IV's and ready to rock, the power for the entire hospital - and Northwest I might add - went out. It was crazy. I was down stairs heading to the parking lot to retrieve something, I can't remember what. Using my Navy Seal wherewithal, I scaled back up the stairs to the third floor to comfort my seemingly helpless bride. While I thought she might be freaking out because of the blackout, I found her chatting with the nurse about something unrelated to the wonders of electricity. But, at least I made it back before the storm troopers forbade entrance or departure on the third floor.
Once power was restored to the hospitals and the surrounding area, they re-started Amy's IV drip and labor ensued.
A few hours later we met our precious Olivia Anne. Some numbers:
Born - August 29th, 2007, 6:17 pm. 8 lb. 9 oz. 20 in.

In the morning . . .

In the morning we go to the hospital where Amy will be given Pitocin [sic] IV. This should induce labor which hopefully will bring about the birth of our third child whose name will be revealed on the next post. So, if you're reading this on Wednesday morning, please pray for Amy, Baby Girl Wright, Daddy, Isaac and Josiah as we embark on this adventure of welcoming our little girl into this world.
Of course, the boys know that they are about to meet their baby sister, but they really have no idea what is about to happen. My heart goes out to Josiah who will become the middle child. He's such a passionate and vivacious two-year-old, and I pray he can welcome baby sister on so many different levels.
Isaac is very pensive. I'm pretty sure that he's pretty sure he's got this figured out. But, he's still four and will need lots of love and attention from mom and dad.
I am a typical goober dad. Enough said.
And Amy, she has the hard work, the labor, you might say, in all of this. Her experience tomorrow will be more multifacted than I can imagine. Please pray for her - there is a prayer a few posts down I have been praying for the last few weeks.
Thank you and God's peace to you!
JDW

No Baby Yet . . .

We went to the doctor Friday morning, but Amy had not progressed like we had hoped. So, we go back to the doctor on Tuesday, and he will induce labor first thing Wednesday morning. Stay posted for further details!
Grace and Peace!

We are Doctor Bound

It's Thursday night and a lazy thunderstorm is rolling southeast towards Dumas and the rest of the Panhandle. Amy and I sit in the dimly lit living room catching glimpses of lightning in the distant sky and shaking our heads at Josiah's obstinate bedtime routine. I think he gets out of bed about twenty times every night and gets about that many "chastisements."
What is really on our mind tonight is the doctor visit we have scheduled in Amarillo tomorrow morning. Hoping that Amy has progressed enough to be induced tomorrow, we face east and turn to the right real subtle like with our bags packed and big brother watching friends coordinated. It's quite possible that our little girl could be here in less than twenty-four hours. We'll have to wait and see.
We'll keep you all posted. Josiah is still singing. . . poor kid.

After a Trip to the Hospital and Back

After four hours of contractions, we made the 90-mile trek to the hospital last night. After two hours in a room, we were sent to mom and dad's house for a few hours sleep. After a few hours sleep, we saw the doctor who told us to walk around for a couple of hours. After walking around for a few hours, we came back home.
No baby, less sleep, still thankful that everyone is ok.

"O gracious God, we give you humble and hearty thanks and ask you to preserve through the pain and anxiety of childbirth your servant Amy, who desires to offer you her praises and thanksgivings. Grant, most merciful Father, that by your help she may live faithfully according to your will in this life, and finally partake of everlasting glory in the life to come; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. " (BCP, p.444)