A boy was born

So, for those of you who asked themselves 'where did he disappear to?' and couldn't put 1+1 together - the MRS. gave birth two weeks ago.

The story of CJ's birth (his real name will come up soon) is a long one. The MRS. got the first contractions right after SHAVUOT, and for the next 30 some hours she had contractions, however, they were not close enough and we were told not to come to the hospital.

After more than 30 hours (two full nights actually), we were told we can come and check in at the hospital, by then the MRS was in active labor and she was admitted. The contractions kept on going, and after more than 40 hours since the first contraction hit, the MRS finally cracked and asked for drugs to lessen the pain (I have to admit - she was much more enduring and powerful than I expected!!). The boy decided to wait until another day will change on the calendar, and right after midnight on the 22nd of May he came out.

We decided (or rather the MRS decided and I agreed) to call him Ely. Now, just to make sure you pronounce it correctly - ILAY or EE-lie, not Eli or Ellie or any other pronunciation!! For some reason non-americans have a problem with this spelling.

Anyway, we left the hospital 36 hour after Ely's birth and we started our home adventure with feeding, sleepless nights, diapers full of $#%@ and all the fun stuff of being a parent.

But actually it is a lot of fun. The boy grows every day, and becomes more responsive and demanding. He loves to eat, he hates to lay still, he has mixed feelings about baths and he is totally opposed for being nude (even for a very quick diaper change). When he gets mad or upset he waves his fists in the air and screams from the top of his lungs. He is really opinionated even at the early age of two weeks.

That's it for now, there are so many new things happening all at once, but (for me) the most interesting is my child. I will save other stories to when I return to a more orderly life, when I sleep better and when I can get my mind on anything else.

Oh, yes, we have decided not to share pictures of CJ (I think I'll keep this nickname for him) on the blog/facebook/the internet. So if you really know me and you want to see a picture of CJ, just send me an email and I'll send you some.

That's it, the boy is crying, which means "leave everything and tend to me, and only me". So I'm off...