Baby!
Little Austin was finally born last night. He is a beautiful baby boy. Alyssa had a hard time and was in labor for over 24 hours, but everything turned out great. Both of us are thrilled, but Pam is really way beyond thrilled.

Here are some more pictures, not all the greatest quality because the hospital room was dim and I didn't want to use a flash:
Baby Austin Pics
Whew!
It has been a whirlwind of activity for the past couple of days. Alyssa started having labor pains Wednesday morning and went to the hospital late that evening. Naturally, we beat Jason and Alyssa to the hospital. While Alyssa, Jason and Austin did their thing, we waited... and waited until about 3 AM Thursday morning, then went home and caught a little sleep. I had a 7 AM phone meeting that morning, then went to the office and Pam went back to the hospital about 10 AM. Pam had a consultation with another oncologist, Dr. Segal, at 4 PM (more on that below), then we went back to the hospital for more waiting, and, finally, Austin decided to join the outside world about 9 PM last night.
Treatment Plan Continued
Dr. Segal turned out to be congenial and empathetic. Introduced himself as "Jerry Segal", which I appreciate.* When reviewing Pam's history, he commented "you were really sick!"... seems obvious, of course, but in an odd way it felt like an accomplishment when he said that. Pam was so critically ill, and, for now, she is out of the woods.
He was very thorough in reviewing Pam's history, and concluded that he would not recommend an Allogeneic Transplant. That is generally more successful with younger patients. Based on the genetic testing that will be forthcoming, he and Dr. Weinstein will likely recommend either more Chemo or more Chemo, then an Autologous transplant.
Pam's liver is still recovering from Round 1, and they will not start the second round of chemo until the liver numbers are normal.
We have an appointment with Dr. Weinstein later this morning and should know the plan very soon.
Melt Down
After getting back from the hospital last night, Pam melted down and had a good cry. Partly because she was very tired, partly because she was thinking about Alyssa's pain during the delivery, partly because the timing sucks:
She is, of course, simultaneously happy about baby Austin but sad that she has been so sick, especially right now of all times in her life.
For as long as I have known Pam, she has dreamed about helping Jason and Alyssa and the baby during this time. In fact, she mentioned it to me on our first date (4 years ago?). As it turned out, she has been so sick that she hasn't been able to help much at all.
*I know this is petty, but I can't help it: I have a problem with physicians who expect to be addressed as "Dr.", but feel perfectly OK addressing me by my first name. "Hi Jerry, my name is Dr. Smith" makes me grit my teeth, just a little.
It should be either, "Hi Mr. Henderson, I am Dr. Smith", or, "Nice to meet you Jerry, I am John Smith".
I am not proud of myself for letting such a petty thing bother me, but it does. There, I said it.