My goodness what a crazy day!

At 4 am this morning I found myself (as I do most mornings) in a coma of deep sleep. I hear my wife's voice calling my name. "Zach," I hear Rebekah saying, "I am pretty sure I have been having contractions since 2!" "Call the hospital then," I say, thinking that her calling the hospital would afford me some time to wake up (While my mental faculties come to me quickly upon waking, my physical ones... not so much). She calls and the waits for the nurse to call her back, while I try to figure out if this is the real thing and so that I can try and get my body "percolating" as my grandfather would say.

The nurse calls back and informs her that she should go ahead and come in. Now it is a good hour drive so I roll out of bed and look at Rebekah and she is doubled over the bed in pain from a contraction. This causes me to go into overdrive running around getting everything together. We get into the car about 45 minutes later and head out for Lubbock. I decide to turn on the emergency flashes and speed just a little. 10 miles into the trip, Rebekah looks at me and says "I feel like I have to push!" "Oh $#!T," I think, "I may be giving birth in this car with my daughter hanging out in her car seat in the back!!!!! Have I torn up any sheets," I wonder? "How the hell am I going to boil water out here?" (I watch WAY too many old movies...) I channel my inner lead foot, and start pushing 90-95 mph. 15 minutes and 2 red lights run later, we arrive at the hospital.

I park in front of the Women's center and Rebekah gets out and doubles over from a contraction again. So I get out and run inside and tell the woman at the front desk (who is fiddling with a box of Girl Scout cookies), that my wife is in labor and we need a wheelchair now! She says okay and goes back to her box. I say, " No I don't think you understand! This baby is coming NOW!" I run back outside and Rebekah just walks by and walks inside. I go to park the car and get Layla out. We get everything and walk into the triage room and Rebekah is in a gown and on the bed. She looks at me and says "I am at a 9!" For those of you who don't know anything about giving birth 10 cm is what you are going. I walk out to check where my parents are. I walk back in and grab my wife's hand. 4 pushes later Sawyer Randal Leonard is born. We arrived in the parking lot at 0512 and Rebekah gave birth at 0538. Ever since then it has been a whirlwind! This will definitely be one the craziest ways to start a day I have ever encountered. Well I need sleep, I will talk to all you crazy cats later when I post pictures of my awesome son! Good night all!!!