Number 4 is here

Our little Emma is finally here. Through all of our praying God blessed us with a safe and healthy delivery. Never did I imagine that the delivery would take place on my kitchen floor, nor that I would be the delivering physician. Through it all both Mom and baby are safe, and Tara was able to enjoy her first ambulance ride.
In reference to details, Tara woke me up at approx. 4:30 to let me know to get ready. Being that this was #4 I assumed (I'll never do that again) that we had some time, and figured I'd take a quick shower. By the time my shower ended Tara advised me that I needed to hurry, because her water broke. My intent was to try to get her up and race to the hospital, but the Lord had different plans. Tara told me to hurry and get some beach towels, because she felt the baby coming. Like a good husband I listened to her advice, and I'm sure you can figure out the rest. At 4:43 am on Thurs. morning little Emma was in her mother's arms, and her mother was lying on the kitchen floor. I have no pictures to prove any of this, but I do have a birth certificate signed by yours truly as the delivering physician. God is definitely good.

Here is where I delivered little Emma.

Mommy and little Emma enjoying the ambulance ride.

Mommy and the whole crew in the hospital.

My little lady.

The men of little Emma's life.

Daddy and his little girl.


The sisters are bonding well already.

Emma is adjusting well at home.