Welcome Mack!

Emily was scheduled to be induced on Monday (today) in the morning to have the little guy, but the stubborn irishman had his own set of plans. We slept over at Emily's parents house last Friday. Around 2:30 a.m. I hear,"Garrett! Garrett!" It was in the tone Emily uses when there's a spider to be killed, I am snoring loud, or when I am getting too off color with my jokes around people. "W..w...what is it?" I said. "I think my water broke!" Emily said. "Are you sure you didn't pee your pants?" I said. Nice Garrett. A 25 year old full-term pregnant woman is telling you that there is an unusual amount of water in the bed, and your 6th grade puiny mind concludes that it's urine? I am sure that comment sent waves of confidence through Emily that her husband could take care of anything that were to happen. After three children, you'd think I would have understood the process by now. Maybe I need to go back to high school and watch that disturbing labor movie that scares every Sophmore in high school health classes across America from ever being remotely involved with a pregnancy. We calmly got our things ready and went to the Utah Valley hospital. Walking into the hospital to have your third child is like walking onto campus as a Junior. You know, when you're pretty much on the top, scoffing a little bit at the Freshman class (first baby goers) knowing they have no idea what lies ahead, but you're still intimidated by the Seniors (couples walking into the hospital completing a bakers dozen for children). I felt like a veteren. We knew exactly where to go, the extra batteries for the camera, what to order at the cafeteria, and to ask for extra club crackers. We were cool and collective. The whole process went smooth and quick. We enjoyed having a friend we both knew in high school Brittany Duckett come and be one of our nurses and talk to us. The cranberry-grape juice and the cubelet ice were exquisite. Mack Garrett McGuire came 9/19/09 at 10:19 a.m. and was 7.4 lbs and 19 in. We named him Mack after my Dad Mark. Some of his close friends have called him Mack since high school. He's a good boy. Here are some pics-