Family of 6...woa!

We are so excited to have our sweet little baby here...and he is so sweet. Luke Andrew Wayment was born on Monday November 29 at 5:17 pm. He is our smallest baby by over a pound. I am thankful for that. He weighed 7 lbs 15 oz and was 21 inches long. He looks most like Carson did as a baby. He has the most hair. He has a pretty laid back disposition so far. I think being the 4th he knows that his mom couldn't handle a high maintenance one.



 I am not sure why, but with this little guy, we were on pins and needles for a few weeks before he came. Robbie particularly was stressed about getting to the hospital. It is about 25 minutes away, but the snow could have seriously complicated things. Every time I moved or got up to use the bathroom, Robbie would say, "You OK?" in an urgent way. I appreciated his concern, but man, he was worrying.

Tuesday before Thanksgiving we got a terrible snow storm. Robbie had to close his office. We could barely get down our lane...country living. It snowed and mostly blew for the next few days. Our nephew Josh got married in Salt Lake on Saturday, so we were here all alone. Our family was gone and our friends were out doing Black Friday shopping, so we were praying for no baby.

Sunday the storm worsened. Church was cancelled. Robbie got stuck in our drive way. He called the Millers, a family he home teaches, to let them know that there was no church. Julie asked if we had our baby. Robbie told her no. She said to let them know if we needed help getting down the road to go to the hospital. Jesse is in charge of snow removal for the county. It was only a few minutes after Robbie got off the phone that the snow plow was down our road. It came a few times that day until 2. That put Robbie's mind a little at ease. But then he'd look out the window and through the field see at least one car slid off the road. The plows stopped at 2, but Jesse assured Robbie that the plows would be at our house by 6 the next morning.

The drifting snow was so bad in our driveway. Our wonderful friends, the Wilkins, called. Alisha sent Troy over around 5:30 to plow our driveway in his big tractor. What a blessing! The wind was dieing down and we went to bed.

 We had to be to the hospital at 7:30. Troy showed up at 6:45 to make sure we could make it to the hospital. The plows had been down our road 3 times...as promised. I am not sure if I have ever said how much I love Rupert and the people here. This is a perfect example of why.

We made it to the hospital. Robbie breathed a huge sigh of relief. I was a little nervous. The doctor came in to check me and see my progress before starting me. To our surprise, little baby was laying transverse/breech. His head was in the upper left of my tummy and his bum in the lower right. The worry was back. SO, he had to be turned. OUCH! I just kept thinking that this was nothing compared to recovery from a c-section, so just tough it out. The doctor was dripping sweat, but he turned! The doctor wasn't gone 5 minutes when the ultrasound guy said that baby had moved right back. I wanted to cry. Once again, in came the doctor. Baby had shifted when I had gone to the bathroom a couple of minutes before. So, the turning wasn't SO bad this time. Then, while the PA student held his little bum in place, the doctor broke my water and put an monitor on baby's head. We were having a baby...NOT A C-SECTION...YEA!

Finally, I started pitocin at 10:30. At 3:30, I was still only a 4. The doctor said that maybe if I got an epidural things would hurry along. So at 3:45, I got an epidural. He was born at 5:17. The nurse said that she checked me and I was a 6 and 20 minutes later, he was here. So, I guess it did speed things along.

 So so so HAPPY he is here!

 Look at those tired eyes! He went to bed at 9:00 that night.

 Grandma Marsha...patiently waited all day for him to come...meanwhile keeping Grandpa Bob in control. That is A JOB!

 Grandpa Bob

 Proud parents!

 He is beautiful...perfect. I was so relieved to have him here. It is amazing that we have this unlimited capacity to love. I love him every bit as much as I love the other 3 that came along before him. He belongs. A few lessons were learned that day...like not to have things planned out in my mind how things "should" go. Another was that I learned was to be patient. Robbie and his dad gave me a blessing before I left for the hospital. It the blessing he blessed me with patience. I definitely felt the added measure of patience that day. The last was that the power of the priesthood is real. In the blessing, Robbie blessed that the doctors that would attend to me would be guided and helped to get this baby here safely. Later, Keith told me that in all his years of delivering a baby, he'd never been able to turn a transverse one. Turning one is definitely the exception, especially a transverse one. I think that Heavenly Father knew that I had 3 little ones at home that needed their mommy to recover quickly.

The boys came to meet him the next day. They love him. Even little Logan. He says, "That my baby. I touch it."

 Carson and Lukey...aka nicknames Little Dudey. Carson loves to hold him.

 Nate loves to share his blankey with Luke. This is a BIG deal.

 "I touch it." Funny little Logan. He really loves his brother and has shown way more interest in this baby than his brothers ever did in a baby.

 So, now we are a family of 6...WOA!

 Leaving the hospital...

 Look at those sweet bright eyes. Good thing he is so cute otherwise I might lose my patience at 1am.

 Logan wanted a "picture with baby." So, here it is. Look at the difference in size of these two. Just to think that only a week ago Logan was my little baby.

It has been so special being at home with these sweet 4 boys. I think of the band of brotherhood that we have in our family and I love it. They are all little best friends. I hope it stays that way. I just can't believe how lucky and blessed I am to be their mother!