Born April 4, 10:53 p.m., 3200 grams, 51 cm (sorry American relatives, you can figure out the conversions yourselves). Everyone is healthy and very happy.
Chieko started having contractions around 4 p.m. yesterday afternoon and we got to the clinic around 9 p.m.
Now of course we have to come to terms with the fact that our boy was born on 4/4, which must mean he’s doomed here in Japan where 4 is the unluckiest of numbers.
Ray met his new brother this afternoon and didn’t have a major freakout. We shall see what happens once they are cohabitating.
Naturally, I’m still sulking that I couldn’t sway my wife into agreeing to name the new boy Elvis. Despite the fact that pretty everyone we floated the idea to completely hated the name, I was really hoping Chieko would have some kind of birth-bed conversion in which she became convinced that our newborn son was destined to be Elvis. But alas, Leo it is. I’ll survive.
Everyone will be home on Monday. Happy days are here again (not that they ever really went away).