The Name

Hello.
Sorry, no new pictures yet. I am still sleep deprived and forgot the camera at the hospital.

Jenny is doing way better and they will let her start nursing tomorrow. She still hasn't gotten to hold Draidan yet because of the fever. She ended up getting a bad infection which is one of the many reasons she went into shock so badly during the labour. She is eating a lot now and way more alert. I told her we can keep her in the hospital for a week but she wants to get home to her cats and own bed by Friday. She says she will be fine.

As for the super star...
I start crying just thinking about him. I am way more emotional than Jenny! Draidan is getting cuter by the hour as his head recovers from that insane delivery. I finally got to see his whole head about an hour ago.(He has been wrapped up in towels when I have been feeding him.) He is starting to look a little more westerner. Before he had a very round Chinese face but he is starting to look more like a western baby. The hospital is very protective of the babies. They won't let anyone touch them except for the parents. You have to approach to sets of doors, pass a video test to be buzzed in, present your ID and only then will they go get your baby for you. They then have a nice sitting area where everyone can nurse their babies. I fed him four times today. Three of which went great. The third one, he was too tired and just kept falling asleep. We are trying to train him for breast feeding, so I haven't been using a bottle. Which is tricky because... again, I have no instruction at all. I am not even sure if I am burping him properly or not. I just kind of watch what the other mothers are doing and copy them. It seems to be working. He is way bigger than all the other babies. It is quite funny actually. I asked one father next to me if his baby was born today and he said, "No. Sunday." In Chinese. Drai was almost twice the size of the other baby. Again, poor Jenny.

He doesn't cry at all and I am hoping he takes after his cousin Sullivan. He just kind of looks around or locks eyes with me as I sing to him. I realized I have forgotten all the standard lullabies. I think I even butchered "Rock A Bye Baby." Perhaps it is the sleep deprivation. However, he seems to like Cold Play and U2 songs. (They popped into my head.) And when I gently stroke his eye brows, he goes out like a light.

I am so totally in love.

So the name... many people keep asking me through Facebook why I chose this name. As Eden guessed, the "aidan" comes from my stupid ass best friend who happens to be one of the most intelligent, caring and talented people I know. (When he is in the mood.) Aidan is also a total asshole like the rest of us, Ushers. I don't think he even knows that my son is named after him yet.. The "Dr" was because I wanted him to have a different name than everyone else. I have never met a Draidan. And actually I dreamt the name a few months ago. I woke up and told Jenny that I had a dream about me holding our baby and I was calling him Draidan." He is a mixer baby. So he needs a mixed name. I liked how Draidan sounded.

My mother then pointed out today that if you spell it out it means "Dr. Aidan" Which I hadn't thought of before but makes me like it even more because it is funny.

My mom also told me that my Aunty Pat loved the first name but the second name scared her because she thought it meant something would take him away from me. But it is the exact opposite reason that we named him this. That soul fought through those 36 hours of labour with his mom. His soul breathed life back into his blue, lifeless body as those nurses did CPR on him. It was his soul that brought him into this world and healed my own. So thus... the name...

Draidan Soul Usher.