It’s a boy!
|Da More Mason|
I’m thrilled beyond the bounds of language to announce the birth of my son, Mason Bishop LaMotte.
He was born at 11:42 AM on Halloween (that’s what we get for calling him ‘Punkin’). He was nearly three weeks early, but healthy and plenty big enough to be born at six pounds and ten ounces and 19 1/2 inches.
Thursday night Deanna and I were enjoying the first quiet night at home we had had together for ages, and I talked her into packing a bag for the hospital even though we still had three weeks until the due date. We went to bed about 10:30 and left for the hospital a few hours later.
Deanna declined all medication and pushed on through the pain to welcome our little guy into the world. He had a bit of a bumpy landing with some transitional respiratory issues and spent his first two and a half hours in NICU, but everything cleared up and he’s been just fine since then.
The name Mason is a nod to my father, who likes to build things with rocks; steps, walls, gardens, benches, etc. It’s also my nephew Nate’s middle name, and we like that connection as well. Finally, it refers to building, which ties into a talk I’ve been giving for years introducing my song Hope, which ends with the idea that the people who believe in building still far outnumber the people who believe in tearing down.
Bishop is my mother’s maiden name, and a connection to her whole side of the family, whose influence and gifts I treasure and celebrate.
When my mother was born her father was forty, as I am now. He was so proud of her that he put a pillow in a laundry basket and rode her all over town showing her off to everyone who would take a look.
Mom showed up at the house yesterday with a woven reed laundry basket in which she had sewed a pillow, and which she had lined with fabric from her own 1955 wedding dress. It would be hard to overstate how moved I am by that gift to Mason and his parents.
Here are two slideshows of photos. The first is basically day one, and the second days two and three.