Baby Samuel

After a pregnancy that can only be described as heinous, the baby finally arrived on April 3. We named him Samuel Wendell Droubay. Lucy game him the name Sam. She insisted throughout the pregnancy that it was going to be Sam if the baby was a boy. We were leaning more toward Isaac, but she said, "You can call him Isaac if you want, but I'm going to call him Sam." So, we had no choice. The name Wendell is significant because both my dad and grandpa are named Wendell.

Amy had health problems throughout the pregnancy, including problems with her thyroid, heart and blood pressure. Things culminated in March when all of us got the flu for weeks. But he is now here and it is worth it. Meanwhile, I will be looking for a good deal on a vasectomy.

The birth was as eventful as the pregnancy. He came out blue with the cord wrapped around his neck and with his shoulder stuck in the birth canal. I figured things were getting a bit dicey when the nurse jumped up on Amy's bed and started trying to push him out. In the end, our OB, who is also our neighbor, managed to pull him out in a way that defies description, and left me thinking that Amy was going to be hurting in the morning. He weighed 8 pounds 14 ounces, and was 21 inches long.

We have been home for a week, and despite being tired, are loving it. Amy has already lost something like 20 pounds, and I think I have gained a few courtesy of the Canyon View Ward Relief Society. Here are some pictures of the event. Again, I emphasize that everyone should enjoy these because this is the last time we will be having a baby. Oh, and did I mention that we won't be doing this again?

Shortly after being born.

With Nana. Thanks to her for all of her help during the past few months.

A visit from Grandpa and Grandma D.

With his brother Jake (aka J-Train, JJ, and J)

Aunt Stacey

The three boys. We are scared and tired just thinking about it.

Shortly before heading home from the hospital.

Lucy really missed her mom while she was in the hospital. She slept in my bed, and one night held my hand, and said, "I miss my mom," and then fell asleep. It made me choke up a little bit.

Three brothers. Wow. Will she survive? Maybe--if she gets some good advice from her Aunt Kimber.

Getting fatter. The kid eats constantly.