How awesome it is to receive a gift sent straight from heaven!!! Emma is such a treasure. I've been loving every minute of it!
Late Saturday night I started having contractions, and luckily Camine was at our house. She had taken Parker, Arli, and Sam to a rock climbing gym. They had so much fun, and were telling me how high they had climbed and how good they did. I had them feel my stomach when a contraction would come to see how hard my stomach was. Then I told Sam that the baby might be born tomorrow. He said "if you have a baby tomorrow, are you going to church???" I said no, he said,"I wish you could put the baby in my belly and I could have her tommorrow. I said, You would do that just so you didn't have to go to church, and he smiled and said "yeah!!!" Funny kid. So then the next morning the kids all came to see me at the hospital instead of going to church. so he still ended up getting out of it. even not having the baby himself.
I had told Chris that I was having some contractions and that this might be it, and started getting ready for the hospital. I guess I didn't make it quite clear enough because I had my bag in the car and was upstairs waiting for him. He was taking forever, I thought he was just putting Sam down for the night. So I went downstairs to see what was taking so long, and he was watching a movie with Sam. I guess he didn't think I was really serious. Sam also thought I had been joking about having the baby in the morning.

Camine spent the night with the kids, and we went to the hospital. When I checked in at midnight, they asked if I was in labor. I said I didn't know, but I was paranoid because Arli almost came in the car. The contractions had been consistent for an hour, then stopped as soon as we pulled up in the parking lot.
They put me on the monitors and said I was having consistent contractions ( I just couldn't feel some of them) So, they broke my water at 3:30 a.m. and nothing happened for a few hours. Then they gave me some medicine to make the contractions come harder, at 5:00 a.m. And she was born at 7:00 a.m. 7lbs. 7 oz. My lucky 7's baby!


We are both doing very well. I'm loving this time of getting extra rest and being so well taken care of.

Chris is such a wonderful daddy. Of course he is so elated and overjoyed to finally have another baby! It is so fun to see him in action as a new daddy again. While we were dating he had told me that he didn't mean to brag, but that he was a really good dad to newborns (this was in response to me saying how difficult I thought the newborn phase was.) He went on to say that he was very involved and changed dirty diapers, would get up with the baby during the night, do nighttime bottle feedings, the whole bit.
So when I asked if he would change Emma's diaper this morning, he said (jokingly) "Oh, sorry, I don't do that kind of stuff." I reminded him about how he had sold himself as an amazing daddy while we were dating, and I was holding him to everything that he had said!!! He is absolutely perfect and has been an amazing help and support throughout the pregnancy, labor and delivery, and newborn care. Especially during the pregnancy when I would apologize about how I knew I wan't the same person as while we were dating. That I wasn't fun anymore, and wasn't fun to be around while I was feeling yucky. He would reassure me over and over that he still thought I was the amazing woman he had married and that I shouldn't be so hard on myself because I was doing the most important thing I could possibly be doing and to not worry about anything else except growing that baby inside of me. What a reassurance to have unconditional support and love from a husband. (Take note all you men out there reading this).

So, yes, everything is wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. I know the sleep deprivation is coming, so I'm loving this time while I have it.