Pat_Elliott
<font color=blue>Kimberly's proud papa!</font><br>
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- Oct 2, 2001
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Hi All,
Edited on 8-20-03 to make the following announcement: I figured out the damned car seat last night! I forget who was riding me on that one, but you may now stand down. I am humbled by the Grayco Nation.
I'd like to thank everyone for the neat post regarding our "single digit dance." This is the best single digit dance we've ever done. I have little to report this week except that I'm tired, both physically and mentally. Amy, although finally becoming scared to death of this "classical c-section," is now perking up, realizing that come Friday night, she'll not be alone again. Knowing she'll make it through to next Tuesday lifted a great weight off my shoulders, and it suddenly hit me driving home from Danville this morning that I'd not slept much the last two months. Seeing her smile on a Monday morning and say "hey, we're going to make it," it gives me the courage to sleep without the portable phone under my pillow.
Of course, being Amy, she's working (via her telecommute system) straight through Friday. Saturday morning I'll break her computer lab down and load all her stuff into the car she's had in Danville. Her parents show up about dinner time, and my FIL and I will run cars back and spend the night in State College while Amy and her mom luxuriate at a local hotel. Sunday morning Charlie and I will drive back, and we'll spend the next 48 hours playing cards by the indoor pool and just keeping busy as best we can. There's that pesky little amniocentesis to get through on Monday, but at this point, we've got a six pound baby according to the last sonogram, so there's no reason to not believe we'll have healthy lungs.
I hope to get one more message off at the end of the week, but if I forget, I'll be under radio silence until around August 30th. Dan Murphy has kindly agreed to receive an email from my father next Tuesday to let you all know that Amy and Kimberly are out of danger and surrounded by family. My dad is still trying to figure out who "Disboard" is and why I want to send Kimberly's birth information to family, 20 close friends, and 50k people that like to vacation in Orlando. He's not "one of us." Thanks to Dan for "town crying" for me. He always seems to be there when you need him, doesn't he?
That's about all I have at the moment. My creative thinking capacity is tempered by the weight of the situation and to be honest, with my parents up this weekend, nothing really happened. We sat around the pool, we ate really well, and we all took turns feeling up Amy's gut. There was the hilarious moment when my entire family stopped eating to watch the previously polite-eating 100 pounder I married attack a plate of nachos with a fervor that defied our previous experience with her, followed by my father subconsiously moving his plate further away from her. But wait, I promised her I wouldn't tell that story.
8 days, a couple hours, and the rest of my hair and we'll be to the fun part. I can, and will, spare all those things. As always, your support is wanted, needed, and appreciated. At the risk of political incorrectness, I'd like to thank my Lord for giving me the strength to pull through this one. And I appreciate the fact he's going to lend me one of his angles next Tuesday.
All my best,
Pat
Edited on 8-20-03 to make the following announcement: I figured out the damned car seat last night! I forget who was riding me on that one, but you may now stand down. I am humbled by the Grayco Nation.
I'd like to thank everyone for the neat post regarding our "single digit dance." This is the best single digit dance we've ever done. I have little to report this week except that I'm tired, both physically and mentally. Amy, although finally becoming scared to death of this "classical c-section," is now perking up, realizing that come Friday night, she'll not be alone again. Knowing she'll make it through to next Tuesday lifted a great weight off my shoulders, and it suddenly hit me driving home from Danville this morning that I'd not slept much the last two months. Seeing her smile on a Monday morning and say "hey, we're going to make it," it gives me the courage to sleep without the portable phone under my pillow.
Of course, being Amy, she's working (via her telecommute system) straight through Friday. Saturday morning I'll break her computer lab down and load all her stuff into the car she's had in Danville. Her parents show up about dinner time, and my FIL and I will run cars back and spend the night in State College while Amy and her mom luxuriate at a local hotel. Sunday morning Charlie and I will drive back, and we'll spend the next 48 hours playing cards by the indoor pool and just keeping busy as best we can. There's that pesky little amniocentesis to get through on Monday, but at this point, we've got a six pound baby according to the last sonogram, so there's no reason to not believe we'll have healthy lungs.
I hope to get one more message off at the end of the week, but if I forget, I'll be under radio silence until around August 30th. Dan Murphy has kindly agreed to receive an email from my father next Tuesday to let you all know that Amy and Kimberly are out of danger and surrounded by family. My dad is still trying to figure out who "Disboard" is and why I want to send Kimberly's birth information to family, 20 close friends, and 50k people that like to vacation in Orlando. He's not "one of us." Thanks to Dan for "town crying" for me. He always seems to be there when you need him, doesn't he?
That's about all I have at the moment. My creative thinking capacity is tempered by the weight of the situation and to be honest, with my parents up this weekend, nothing really happened. We sat around the pool, we ate really well, and we all took turns feeling up Amy's gut. There was the hilarious moment when my entire family stopped eating to watch the previously polite-eating 100 pounder I married attack a plate of nachos with a fervor that defied our previous experience with her, followed by my father subconsiously moving his plate further away from her. But wait, I promised her I wouldn't tell that story.
8 days, a couple hours, and the rest of my hair and we'll be to the fun part. I can, and will, spare all those things. As always, your support is wanted, needed, and appreciated. At the risk of political incorrectness, I'd like to thank my Lord for giving me the strength to pull through this one. And I appreciate the fact he's going to lend me one of his angles next Tuesday.
All my best,
Pat
I'm so happy for all THREE of you!
And I'll be waiting for dad's info!!! 
