Maddox Burchfield Perrine arrived last night at 8:25. He weighs 8.0 lbs, is 20.5 inches long, and looks just like his daddy.
Lane had a long, hard labor, but once she got an epidural, things evened out for her (I got there just afterwards, which sounds like it was perfect timing!). She may have told the anesthesiologist that she loved him. He did such a good job that Lane would toot, not feel it, then give Bing a dirty look and say "Excuse you!" because she could still hear them.
She worked hard and delivered that boy after only about twenty to thirty minutes of pushing, Bing cut the umbilical cord, and they whisked Maddox aside to suction his nasal passages and mouth really well (he had passed meconium - pooped - in the birth canal, which can be really problematic if he inhaled any).
Once he was cleared and wiped down, Lane and Bing got to hold their beautiful little boy. Watching my sister through the struggle of labor and delivery was an amazing privilege. I was overcome with gratitude and emotion that I got to be there, proud of her strength, and filled with joy and love for her and Bing. Her eyes flooded with tears at hearing the cries of her son, and Bing looked relieved for both her and himself.
Pictures to follow when I'm back in Bozeman - I don't have the cable I need to transfer them from my camera to my folks' computer. The Perrines will probably be home late this afternoon, and I'm headed there now to both hug and kiss everyone and collect Blake from Auntie Gail (they and Uncle Todd had a slumber party last night). What a weekend this has turned out to be!
My heart is full to overflowing.