Twenty-three, it's a magic number

We should have known better than to think that the little guy would stay in past the 23rd. McMama - Dec. 23; McDad - Feb. 23; Jackson Lee McCutcheon - Nov. 23.
We went to bed last night thinking that we were going to be in the hospital for the long haul. Not so much. Contractions and pain came back in the middle of the night and by 5 am, mom had an epidural and was headed to the O.R.
Delivery went well and sometime around 7:15 a.m. (we'll have the exact time later) the little guy came on out. Three pounds and eight ounces, which is about four ounces more than they had predicted. He measured 18 and a half inches, but will shrink some because of a huge bump on his head. He tried pushing the fat part of his head through first and after almost two hours there, his head came out looking like a somekindasaurus.

He's been in the NICU here since. We can't say enough about the staff here - absolutely amazing! Best case scenario will have him coming home in six weeks, but he would have to pass a gauntlet of tests to get out then. So far he is impressing the nurses (obviously a Mac) and has not needed any respiratory help.
He's an answer to prayers. He's our little miracle.

McDad