Tuckie Bug

For the false alarm that Remy had a few weeks ago, I made it to the hospital in 10 minutes flat.  I even beat her there.  For the real deal, though, it took me 11.5 hours.  Why?  I was 5 days into a 7 day vacation with Kolby's family in Kiawah Island, South Carolina.  I had slept in, covered myself with sunscreen, ridden a bicycle to the beach, and had just sat down in my beach lounger with my toes in the ocean and a good book in my hand when I got the call from Brad.  "Hey Emmy, just wanted to let you know that Remy and I are headed to Labor & Delivery."  Oh geez.

After a rather crazy day of figuring out how I could make it home and worrying I would miss the birth of my very first nephew, I made it on a flight around 6pm.  FYI, the automated teller at the American Airlines 1-800 number is now on my black list.  

AA:  "Please say reservations, flight information, reward travel, or more options." 

E:  "Reservations."

AA:  "I'm sorry, I couldn't understand you.  Please say reservations, flight information, reward travel, or more options."

E:  "Reservations."

AA:  "I'm sorry, I couldn't understand you.  Please say reservations, flight information, reward travel, or more options."

E:  "Reservations!!"

AA:  "I'm sorry, I couldn't understand you.  Please say reservations, flight information, reward travel, or more options."

E:  "Please tell me this is a joke."

AA:  "Transferring you to an agent."

[Note:  If I have a terrible speech impediment, please tell me.  You aren't doing me any favors by letting me go on like this. :)]

Unlucky for Remy but very lucky for me, she was still in labor by the time I made it to the hospital around 10pm.  Remy had invited me to be in the room for Tucker's birth (I think she really just wanted me for the pictures of the baby right after he was born, but I'll take what I can get!) so I had the privilege of  being there when he was born and it was the most amazing thing ever.  Wouldn't have missed it for the world!

Remy was incredible.  Brad was a rock star coach.  Tuck is one lucky kid.  :)

The very first picture of Tucker Bradley:

Proud new daddy:

 Getting all checked out by the nurse-- love this goofy pic.  He scored a 10 out of 10!

New family ready to head home:

My first picture with Tuckie Bug (that's the nickname that stuck for me... it just feels right!):

Uncle Kolby got to meet him when he made it home on Sunday:

Today is the first day since he was born that I didn't get to see him and I am having major withdrawal :)

Welcome to the family, Tucker.  We're so glad you're here safe and sound!  Also, you are the cutest thing I have ever seen.