Week 11- Drools and Valentines

By Dad
Roland is having a lot of growth and this week was full of examples of that.
Sunday he came out to my race, the third biathlon of the three-race series that started the day he was born. It was very cool to have Angela and him there. He was a great boy the whole time, got up fine in the morning and was good with all the people at the race. Lots of friends were run/swimming that morning and of course everyone wanted to say hi and hold him. He's been great getting passed around whenever we've done that. Guess he's a social kid.
After the race we went over to Andy's house, a training partner of mine, for waffles and so Andy and his wife could spend time with Roland. Really, Hiromi, Andy's wife, bribed us over with waffles so she could hold the tiny human. It worked. It'll work again.
The 14th was a big day for Roland. After school I rushed to meet mom and him at Tripler hospital for a doctors appointment. He was born with a condition called hypospadias, which I'm not going to go too deeply into so follow the link if you want to know more. In his case it isn't a serious problem, but we were told to go see a urologist at around two months for more information. After doing his examination the doctor told us that while Roland doesn't absolutely 100% need corrective surgery, based on his experience and what he sees he suggests it. The deformity could cause problems later in life and the easy surgery can fix that. They won't do surgery like this on infants under six months because their tiny size makes the anesthesia tricky and dangerous. So in a few months we will schedule a pre-op and meet his surgeon and then one of the last things we do before moving to the mainland will be taking Roland in for surgery. At the moment, neither of us are too concerned, but that's sure to change as we sit in the waiting room in June. We both agreed easily that surgery was the right choice for a variety of reasons. Other than the hypospadias he's a completely healthy baby, so we don't have anything to complain about.
When we got home from the doctor it was time for Valentine's Day! (Correction- We stopped at Target on the way home from the doctor because it's on the way and it's wife's favorite store and I'm a romantic.) I bought Roland a Valentine's Day card because he should get one and it had a ninja hamster on it and OF COURSE THE TINY BOY NEEDS A CARD WITH A NINJA HAMSTER ON IT! Grammy also sent him a onesie (that is the dumbest looking word and there is no way to spell it correctly) and a card.
We've been noticing he's been making lots of bubbles and drooling in the last week and a half or so. At first we thought, "No, please don't be teething already." But the wife is strong in the Google-fu and found that nope, drools are a normal two month benchmark. The only issue with it is he's not all about the swallowing yet, so sometimes he'll be nearly asleep only to *GASPCHOKEGASP* and wake himself, upset and frustrated.
He continues to go bald, which is pretty funny. The sides of his head and getting thinner and thinner, but not the top. Pretty soon the little cannonball is going to have a mohawk whether he wants one or not.
He's taken to sucking on his fist sometimes when we hold him, which we are trying to gently discourage by giving him his pacifier (sucker) instead. I don't want him being a thumb sucker and we figure the pacifier can be taken away. Rather get him used to using that than his hand.
He's become a flier too. A few times a day, sometimes to calm him down and sometimes just for fun, I'll pick him up and fly him around. He makes the cutest face, looking around while I hold him up in the air making engine noises and zooming sounds. He's not in an airplane, and he's not Superman. Nope, when we fly he's Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, zipping around in his Iron Man suit.  
I still only see him when he's asleep before I go to work and then when he's had a long day of refusing to take a decent nap after school, so I get the fussier boy a lot of the time. Which is ok. Sometimes I pick him up when he's sleepy and his head drops, bonk, right on to my chest and he has a big sigh and relaxes. That makes every frustration with school and the people I work with ok. And sometime I sneeze or blow my nose and it startles him. He's funny, we can watch Breaking Bad and he's fine, but blow you nose and holy crap what was that gaaaaaaahhhh.

Winner: Most Adorable

"Daaaaad, you're gross and salty!"

Hangin' with Anne of Team Bloody Mary

He hates his car seat mostly less now

Hiromi misses having tiny people

Bribed with waffles!

Andy took third place in his age group AND got to hold the cutest baby ever. Good day.

Seriously, he enjoyed holding Roland so much

In the waiting room at Tripler

Blue Steel

El Tigra

My chair...it vibrates!

Bshhhhhhhhrrrrrshhhrrmmmmmwooosh pew pew pew

Position players reported, he needed to support the Blue!

Valentine's Day present!

To Cannonball  (complete with flash-blinded blink)

Ninja hamster because NINJA HAMSTER!!!

Magnum

He's a little ball of snuggle love

"Jarvis, I need more power."

Introducing the Weirdling Files (OR Roland Arrives)

 Welcome to the Weirdling Files, the home of the Robertson children's comings and goings. Appropriate then that this first blog is about the arrival of our son, Roland Matthew Britz Robertson.
Dad's Version
Roland was born 12/1/12, a Saturday. I had gone into Honolulu for a short biathlon, leaving a very pregnant wife at home to sleep and rest. When I was on my way home I called Angela to ask what she would like for breakfast from Koa Pancake House, our regular post-race place. When she called me back she said, "I've been having a lot of contractions. They seem pretty regular. I was counting but I stopped because it was making me nervous." Oh. Ok then.
I brought home breakfast, she had blueberry pancakes, and we started counting contractions for real. After an hour she was nailing the numbers the midwife told us to watch for- 3-1-1. Three minutes apart, one minute long without being able to talk or walk, and for one hour. She was ready. We packed the hospital bag between contractions and I called grandparents to let them know we were headed to the hospital while she was in the shower.

Game On

Contractions continued to intensify during the ride to the hospital, mercifully without traffic or incident. Walking from the truck to the hospital took two contractions. Then we had to wait to check in at the desk, no one was there for some reason. They took us into the triage room where we would wait for the next hour and a half. It's also where labor started to fire pretty hard.
The nurse had to strap Angela into the monitors, something she had wanted to avoid. "Only 20 minutes for readings," they said. Well, not so much as it turned out. Angela's contractions increased in intensity, becoming longer, more frequent, and more painful. We worked on breathing through them. I squeezed her to give her a focal point. We talked. She fought through it. And the nurses and midwife bustled and monitored.
They eventually had us walk to labor and delivery. She could have ridden in the wheelchair but she didn't feel up to it. Walking was better. Once in labor and delivery we expected to settle in and be there for a while. First time labor averages 24 hours. We planned on getting in the hot tub to try and relax. We brought Wall-E and Up to distract ourselves. 
OR
Or we (she) could be in labor for about an hour after we hit the room and that's it. They continued to monitor her throughout the birth because there was meconium in her water, so they wanted to be sure baby wasn't in distress. He was fine the whole time, but that meant uncomfortable straps across her middle and nurses reaching in to fiddle and adjust. Not her favorite thing in the best of situations. Leading to one of the only times she yelled at someone. "Stop touching me!" Kind of went for all of us. I adjusted my helping and the nurses better timed their reaches.
We spent the whole nine months not knowing the gender, and the midwife suggested that I tell her what we had rather than her. I'd never thought of that. I have the classic doctor catches the baby, hands it up, and says, "You had a ___!" in my head. This was better. I was prepared.
If she wants to write more details on the actual labor she will in a different post, or in an addendum to this one. I don't know how much the internet needs.
Either way, there was much ripping and tearing and blood and then the baby was here! I looked down through the hands to catch a glimpse of the gender. What is it? What did we have? Is that...no wait...cord? No! "Honey, you had Roland!" We had a boy. We have a boy.
Honestly, I was completely scared in those moments. Not that something awful would happen, but that I'd get caught up in the moment and say the wrong thing. Get the name or gender wrong. Wouldn't that be a perfect expression of the Robertson family? "Your dad called you by the wrong name when you were born."
They put Roland straight onto her chest and he nursed almost immediately. The nurses clamped the cord and asked if I wanted to cut it. I said no. They handed me scissors. I cut it. There was a knot in it, probably why he was so early. A good, real hand-over-hand-type knot. No damage though. They left him on her chest for a few minutes then took him away for a short check-up and wipe down, then I carried him back to her. First time I cried.

She was torn up pretty badly because Roland is daddy' little cannonball (hey, If I'm a pirate that works!), so they spent an hour stitching her up, then saw that she had a tear much deeper than previously anticipated and they had to take her away into surgery to fix it. Leaving me alone with him. Well, him and a nurse that ran a few tests right away. But mostly me in a room with my son. Alone. I held him skin-to-skin, wore a button up shirt for that specific purpose, made a few phone calls to grandparents before the signal crapped out, and bonded. It was pretty perfect.
Time Active Labor Started- 11am
Time Arrived at Hospital- 1:30pm
Time Roland Arrived- 5:30pm
Total Elapsed Time- 6.5hrs

Eventually she came back, numb and sore but fixed. Then they took us down to the Mother Baby ward where we would stay for the next day.
The nurses we fantastic, everyone we met at the hospital was great. The whole staff. No complaints.
Amber came and visited us that first night, bringing food for the both of us. It was nearly (after?) midnight by the time she left, and she's got three boys of her own. So amazingly helpful.
Jen came by the next day, asking to be Auntie Carrots, and she brought me food since the hospital really only cares about mom and baby. Dad is on his own for food. Yay, Jen and Amber!
We took him home Monday. He hates being put into his car seat. But he chills once he's in there. It was strange driving home with him. It's Hawaii freeway driving, so that was the first time he heard Dadddy call someone a, "fucking moron".

I EXPRESS DISPLEASURE AT THIS CONSTRICTION!!!

 So much more to tell, even after only 5 days. He was 10 days early. He's so perfect. I haven't written about sniper poops or feeding on demand or reading to him or what made me bawl. I'll get to those. But for now Roland Matthew Britz Robertson, my son, is here. And that is the best thing ever.

The Best Thing I've Ever Seen

Our door

Oh, the Places You'll Go!