Baby Tatum

I was suppose to go in to be induced Thursday night, but they were booked with ladies going into labor so I kept getting pushed back. Finally falling asleep at 10:30, waiting for my hospital phone call.
11:30 pm-my phone rings and it's the hospital telling me to come in.
12:00 am- we get to the hospital, wait in the waiting room, register, all the fun stuff.
12:45 am- my IV is in, my pitocin started and we wait.
1:05 am- Dr. Durfee comes in and asks if I'd like my water broken. Yes! She checks me, I'm at a six, and she breaks my water at 1:10 am.
At this point I'm not really contracting and we're just dosing and watching tv. Within five minutes of her breaking my water the contractions from hell start.
I can manage to breath through the first two contractions, but then I start to cry and whimper like a baby.
Tom and I are alone in the room at this point and I beg him to get me an epidural. Screw going natural. But I know it's too late because I can already feel her coming out and I know there is no going back. Tom calls for the nurse who comes in to "check me", yea right, baby is practically crowning. So Dr. Durfee comes in just in time to deliver while I writhe and cry and refuse to put my feet up in the stirrups, try to leave the room, try to curl up into the fetal position. It's quite embarrassing. I think I slowed her down by just not opening my legs, I was insane.
1:31 am -she was officially born. It was the fastest, craziest birth ever. 0-60. I didn't expect to go from no contractions to holding my little girl in 20 minutes.
Looking back I'm glad I went natural, but I'm even happier that this is my LAST baby and I never have to do that again.
Going home from the hospital. They released us Friday afternoon. Kind of crazy, we were there for less than 24 hours. I guess when it's your fourth they assume you know what you're doing. I was happy to get home for sure.
Getting washed up from the nurse. She was pretty gunky, they don't think she was full-term. Seriously? I don't know how much I believe that one, she was huge.

Tatum & daddy.

Aren't they cute?

Sorry, these are in no particular order.

Getting her hair washed.

Meeting the boys.

Caleb has been surprisingly good with her. He doesn't want to hold her, but he's very interested in helping out to dress her hold her hands and feet.

The old pros. Can't believe how big they are. And there have been no uncomfortable nursing comments, I guess they knew what to expect.

Meeting Grandma Cyndee.

Believe it or not I didn't pose them for this picture, which makes it that much cuter.
Wouldn't you love to be that adored?