Atticus is here, and so is Mama's new laptop!

Atticus Stone Langdon was cut out of my abdomen and came screaming into this world at 5;40 pm, November 27th, 2009. He came curiously on his due date, although I went through one complication after another. First off, when I checked into the hospital right before Thanksgiving dinner, I was under the impression that they would send me away at first since my contractions became irregular. But then my blood pressure kept reading high, and would not go down.
"I cannot let you leave the hospital without your baby. We don't like sending someone away with such high blood pressure and protein leaking into the urine. And this is the day. You're gonna have this baby," the surgeon told us matter of factly. This news stunned both Tom and I, and just as I felt that burning flush of my cheeks and butterflies in the stomach, Tom choked up with tears. I will tattoo this onto my memory forever. Tom was so surprised, taken aback by the realization that this was finally happening. I found it cute also how much of a nervous wreck he was the whole day and a half that I was in labor. After being hooked up to monitors, preventing me from walking around, the doctors waited for several hours to see if my body would naturally dialate more than 3 centimeters. By this time the contractions officially became excruciating. I broke down and asked for the epidural. And... what relief. All through the night I never advanced in dialating. Even after administrating Pitocen for nine hours. This baby was not going to come out. My cervix became so swollen from Atticus' head pushing up against it. Anyways, the c-section started finally late Friday afternoon. The bright lights, the multiple surgeons, all of it made me nervous. I had already went through so much. I started to cry. Tom held my hand and told me everything was alright. A minute later he was out.
"Oh, he's definetely a boy," one surgeon said. Tom filled me in on why. The moment Atticus came out he pissed on four different surgeons. The first words out of Tom's mouth was, "oh, he's cute!" When I finally could hold him, I agreed and rejoiced in his healthy, chubby face.