I'm feeling tired and achy and a little delirious from the whirlwind of the last 24 hours. This time yesterday I was running a bath in our huge, gigantic bath tub for my sister who thought she might have been in labor. Although this is baby number 4, she has never gone into labor on her own. Last night she began having regular, yet non-painful, contractions. She decided to soak in the tub for a bit and I offered our big triangular corner tub, thinking she could relax better with plenty of room. She took me up on it and showed up at our door around 10 last night, had a nice peaceful 30 minute soak, and then proceeded to have regular contractions- every 5 minutes. With cautious excitement she went home to call her midwife who told her to go to the hospital. So off we went! Our mom met us there and we were a team again. With my sister's other 3 deliveries we have been her birthing team- her husband, our mom, and me. Once she got all settled in we tried to get a few winks....until someone set off the fire alarm TWICE during the 4:00 hour which sounded for over 15 minutes with alarms and a BLINDING strobe light flashing in our room. So we were wide awake and a 20 minute nap in a chair was all we were getting. From there she progressed quickly and did a great job dealing with the pain. Her epidural didn't really give her much relief, so she ended up having to make it through a lot of painful contractions. At 7:10 a.m. she delivered her beautiful, chubby cheeked miracle. I was the camera man and got to capture a modest top view of the sweet moment. Welcome to the family Collin!