Harper Katherine Lambert was born April 29, 2010 (yes, almost a week past her due date... she took her sweet time!) at 2:58 a.m. (because apparently all our kids have to come in the middle of the night!) weighing 8 lbs. 4 ozs. (just like Finn, who was also born au natural) and about 20 " long. She has dark brown hair, mostly in the back (mullet baby), and is perfect in every way.
If you want more details, scroll to the bottom of this post and I will divulge more. But nothing too personal, for those of you who are squeamish. ;)



I can't believe how much she has changed in just over a week. She still looks kind of mad all the time, like she does in the above picture, but a little less so. I'd be mad too if I had 4 brothers constantly running around me shouting and being wild all the live-long day.
As you may or may not know, I felt great at the end of this pregnancy. The fun started wearing off, though, more and more every day that she was late. Finally, we got a good freak spring storm which I really think put me into labor. I started having some contractions after back to back soccer games for the boys, and started making preparations to head to the hospital that night. But, the contractions never got very strong, and I eventually fell asleep. The next morning they started back up again, but nothing got very serious until late that night. By 11:00 I knew it was the real deal. I called my little brother, Lee, to come stay with the kids, and woke Jason up.
We got to the hospital around midnight (I have to add in here that I was dilated to a 6 when we arrived, which was awesome. If I had only been at a 2 or something pathetic, it just would have been so depressing.), had my water broken around 2, and she was born 58 minutes and just a few (very painful) contractions later! Holy cow! It was so fast. It surprised everyone! I told Jason to call the nurse, and when she walked in I asked in a loud voice, "IS THAT A HEAD DOWN THERE OR WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!" The nurse walked in to check me and was suddenly flailing around, calling for the doctor, breaking the bed down, coaching me not to push, etc. The doctor walked in, and I pushed her out. It was crazy.
It was harder to get her out than it was with Finn, and I have some broken blood vessels in my face to prove it. But the recovery was seriously the best. By the time I left the hospital the next day, I didn't really even feel like I had had a baby. Well, not completely. You know. But really, it was great. I know I'm lucky, and you can all curse me now. But I always knew these wide hips were good for something.
We have loved having a baby girl around the house. Finn is so fascinated by her. And the rest of the boys took longer to warm up, but now they are loving her. They gather around her on my bed and talk to her, stroke her cheek or hair, laugh at her funny faces, and just basically think she's pretty cool.
I'm still in that phase where I don't even mind getting up in the night, because I look forward to seeing her and holding her every chance I can. I know those days are numbered because soon I will be a sleep-deprived zombie, but really. What in this world is better than the smell of a newborn baby or the softness of their little cheeks? Nothing.