The Fuller Family

Hi all,

A few messages for a few people from Jeff: Ang, why wouldn't I want to ever be on the blog? You think Holly is going to figure it out? (I just got punched by the sliced up one). We've never had a reason to blog and now we do! For Cin and your sweet message you left on our answering machine about texting: No, we don't care about texting so why would we do it? We like to talk to people in person about stuff.

So on to the real stuff (see, I'm even talking like a Fuller on the Fuller blog!):

Yes, he now has a name! Miles (because we like it) Pratt (because you know why) and Braithwaite (because he has no choice!) made his debut into mortality two days ahead of schedule. A c-section was scheduled for the 25th. Holly has never gone into labor on her own so we scheduled a birthday party for Mason and Grey on the 23rd. But the night of the 22nd, Holly's water broke. The next morning - Saturday - she called the doctor on call and was told to come right in. We dropped off Mason, Grey and Reece at a friend's house; they weren't terribly dissappointed, yet. We called everyone on the way to the hospital telling them the party was cancelled. After doing a few tests, the doctor said is wasn't amniotic fluid so she could go home. We weren't so sure, but home we went - and there we found two people waiting for us who hadn't checked their messages yet. They still left presents and then Mason and Grey were a little suspicious of our motives. They were sad not to have a baby brother!

A few hours later, Holly started having contractions. When they got to be 6-9 minutes apart, she called the doctor again. Still a little skeptical, the doctor said to come on in again. Once again, we loaded up the kids and their stuff and dropped them off again at the same friend's house. This time the doctor agreed: Holly was going into labor. They would do the c-section that night before the labor got worse. We arrived at 6:30 pm and by 8:00, we were in the operating room. It was good that Holly didn't have too much time to think about it and get nervous for the delivery.

At 8:24, out came "Baby Bub" - as he was, and still is, called by his brothers. He weighed 7 lbs 7 oz and was 19 1/2" long. In all the hurrying around that day, I forgot to grab the camera so the most recent pictures we have of him are from the 25th. And by that night, we finally decided on his name - after we had already talked to all of you in one way or another.

Holly and Miles came home yesterday morning. He's a sweet, mild baby with a small, little cry. His toes look like fingers (yep, he's a Braithwaite) and he has some dark brown hair in a receding hair line kind of pattern. All his brothers were excited to see him, but most of the time it's been life as usual for them. After all, what's all the fuss about a little baby that sleeps all the time? We didn't take them to the hospital because they all have coughs or runny noses or something. Grandma Fuller is here for a week to help us out and give everyone some extra attention to compensate for Mom and Dad's new attention-getter.We feel very blessed and fortunate to welcome another boy into our family. We love his spirit and are grateful for his good health. I'm not sure what Heavenly Father is thinking sending us all these boys, but they must be good ones to be able to deal with their dad.