I started having contractions Friday morning (October 17th), but they were pretty far apart and then kind of died down. At about lunch time they started picking up again and were getting pretty strong. I just relaxed and went for a walk and had Camille fix my hair (my favorite thing in the world). Finally, I told Jared that we needed to go to the hospital soon. Of course, just like with Garet, he wasn't hurrying fast enough. He was trying to stall and it was driving me nuts!! He was too worried about eating some chips and salsa, which I wouldn't recommend because the smell of his breath was making me sick later:) Anyway, I was in quite a bit of pain and definitely had to concentrate during contractions. Camille was so excited. She was running around getting her stuff cleaned up and putting her shoes on. She couldn't believe the day had finally arrived that her brother was "coming out"! We finally headed over to my mom's to drop the kids off and then to the hospital. We arrived at about 4:00p.m. and of course the nurse's were not taking me very serious and were taking their sweet time. They finally got the paper work done and checked me and I was at a 7! This is about 5:00p.m. Yippee, that was great news! I told them with my last one I went pretty fast and I wanted the doctor to come and break my water so we could get this over with, and again they were just taking their time doing more paper work and trying to get a hold of my doctor. So, they finally got me to a birthing room and still hadn't gotten a hold of Dr. Marriott, so they asked me if I wanted Cathy Jones, midwife who works for Dr. Marriott or Dr. Hartman, the doctor on call to deliver the baby. I told them at this point it didn't matter because I was going to have this baby anytime and I was in a lot of pain. At about 6:00 the nurse is frantically trying to get the IV in me and I'm spurting blood all over because she can't get it right. She finally put it in the other hand. They start setting up all the equipment and still everyone is taking their time. At this point I don't know if I can last any longer. Jared was so great during all this. Finally at about 6:15 the nurse checked me again and said, "Oh, you are ready, wow!" So Cathy Jones came in and broke my water and I pushed about 4 times with lots of yelling and screaming and voila, Mason Jared is here! So he was born at 6:30p.m. Good thing my water didn't break on it's own or I would've had him a lot sooner. It all worked out fine, but I was definitely disappointed with the nurses compared to when I had Garet. I was pretty mad at Dr. Marriott because he missed the birth of Garet also:) I definitely gave him a hard time when he came to see me. Oh well, I guess you can't count on the Doctor being their if you're not induced or scheduled, right?! So that is the whole story and here are some pictures of our beautiful baby boy and the two very proud siblings! He is so perfect and we love him to death. All the pain was somehow worth it, but I still don't know if I could do it again!
Camille and Garet love him to pieces!
Coming home.
The proud Daddy!
My big sister.
A couple hours after he was born. Wow, isn't he amazing! Look at his little fingers.
Grandma Taylor and Garet.
Don't I look like I've been through the war! The kids loved going up and down in the bed with me. I can't believe I have three kids now. Where did the time go? I remember being in the hospital with Camille almost exactly 5 years ago, her birthday is the 13th.
Our sweet brother. 
