A surprise, then another surprise, then the reason our three year old son will need years of therapy

After Trevor and Sariah drove away to begin their new life together, we started with the clean up of the reception.
My boys were all carrying the wedding gifts out to our van (we were bringing them to our house to store them until they returned from their honeymoon) My visiting teachers were in the kitchen washing all of the plastic ware, and I was wiping down the plastic tablecloths on the tables then folding them up to be used again.
Trevor's mother came up to me and asked me what I was doing. I told her that the Relief Society would love to use these tablecloths for their Christmas dinner or the Birthday Social. She rolled her eyes and told me that we should just throw them away because that's why they're called disposable and that she was sure that my ward Relief Society could spring for a few new ones if they needed them. I started to tell her that she didn't have a very frugal attitude when she grabbed the stack of tablecloths and wadded them up, I reached over to get them from her and BAM! I had a huge contraction.
I doubled over in pain. I must have scared her because she came over to hold me up, then it happened. My water broke. All over her new custom-dyed-to-match-her-dress shoes.
I wasn't sure which one of us was more surprised. I still had several weeks until my due date, and I always went past my due date.
Trevor's mother screamed, which caused everyone to come running into the cultural hall to see what was going on. I started to tell LaMar that my water had just broken (strange that I felt the need to mention that as at this point it was pretty obvious) when I was hit with another contraction.
After being present for the birth of most of our children he recognized what was going on and told one of the boys to bring the car around to the front door of the church.
I really wish he would have specified that he wanted one of our boys who actually had their driver's license to bring the car around. Oh well, I guess that's why we have car insurance.

LaMar held onto me until the contraction stopped then tried to help me walk to the door. He asked me if I'd had any other contractions today and I informed him that I had been having them all day. It was only then that I realized that they had been getting closer all night. I guess I was just so busy with the wedding that I didn't want to admit that I was having that many, but I wasn't worried because I always go past my due date and........
BAM!
I had another contraction. I told LaMar that we weren't going to make it to the hospital, in fact, I didn't think we were going to make it to the car!
We were right next to the Relief Society room, so LaMar helped me inside.
By now, quite a crowd had gathered. I heard Trevor's dad tell Trevor's mom to go inside and help me. She said "What in the world do you think I would do?" and he said "You're a woman, you should know what to do!" And she screamed back at him "Our kids were born C-Section you ninny! I have no clue how to help her!"
She came walking in anyway, still carrying the wad of plastic tablecloths. By then, all the ladies from the kitchen had heard the commotion and came in to see what was going on.
All I could say was "Baby! Now!" It was time to push. I was rather befuddled as none of my labors had ever progressed this quickly before.
One of my visiting teachers grabbed the tablecloths and laid them under me on the floor. I heard someone calling for an ambulance on their cell phone.
The next thing I knew, a sweet lady came in and said that she was a retired midwife and could she help? I had been through this many times before, but I will say that it was certainly a blessing that she was there.
Now, I won't get into all of the details here, but all I will say is that this was the fastest I had ever delivered a baby. Someone had grabbed a set of towels from the wedding gifts and Jo the midwife wrapped up the baby when he was born, and handed him to me.
Right then, we heard a small voice say "Wow mom! That was cool! Can you do that again!" we turned to look at three year old Mosiah standing in the doorway. I guess he saw the whole thing. Jo looked at Mosiah, and said "She's a beautiful baby! Your mom a great job!"
I looked down at our sweet little baby Sam and it took me a moment for her words to sink in.
"Um, no" I told her, He's a boy.
Jo laughed and said that most boys she delivered had.............well, you know what they have, and that she was most definitely a girl.

I took a peek myself, and sure enough, no boy parts.
I said "HOLY CRAP LAMAR! HE'S A GIRL!"
Just then, I heard the ambulance drive into the church parking lot. This was a good thing because LaMar had turned pale and looked as if he was about to faint. This whole thing was such a shock to him. Not the fact that the baby was a girl, but this was the first time he had heard me use that strong of language. (and in the church, no less!)
I was feeling great and just wanted to take the baby and go home, but the paramedics strongly suggested that we go to the hospital to get checked out and so I relented and LaMar rode with me and the baby in the ambulance. I will admit that it was kind of nice not to have to finish helping with the clean up of the wedding.
After the boys all got to meet their new sister, we left to go to the hospital.
On the way LaMar pointed out that we couldn't very well name our new daughter Sam and I agreed. We finally came up with a name we agreed on, and after an overnight stay at the hospital, we brought home our sweet little Emma Eve Pearson.

Updates, updates, updates

It's been such a long time since my last post. I can't believe that the last time I wrote anything was last December! I will be surprised if anyone is still reading this blog.
My sister lives out of state and has been bugging me to finish writing the story of the wedding. The ladies in her ward didn't belive her when she told them about it, so she wanted me to write it down for them to read.
I have a few minutes tonight so I'll pick up where I left off.
Sariah and Trevor's wedding was just ending. My boys snuck out of the church early to decorate their car, only to find Trevor's aunt (his mother's sister) guarding the car. She was under strict orders from Trevor's mother to keep the car from being "vandalized" as she put it, and was determined not to let the boys get near it.
The boys had spent their hard earned paper route money on rolls of saran wrap, silly string and oreos and were quite disappointed that they wouldn't get to use them.
Jared had been looking forward to this for the last several months. He was standing there with his can of silly string, with his finger on the nozzle, and started crying. He really is a very sensitive boy and once he starts sobbing, it takes quite a while to console him.
Trevor's aunt must have felt a little bad because she went over to him and started to put her arm around him and somehow the button on the can of silly string was pushed and she ended up with a hair full of silly string. She was not amused. She ran inside, shrieking and trying to comb the stuff out of her hair with her fingers.
The boys took this opportunity to decorate the car. I didn't get to see it, but from what I hear, it was a masterpiece!
After Trevor's aunt came out of the restroom, she came into the cultural hall and headed straight for me. She was able to get most of the larger globs out of her hair, but there was still quite a bit left. I really think that if she didn't have so many hair products in her hair, that it wouldn't have been as bad. Honestly, I thought it looked better than it did before. It kind of tamed it down a bit.
I apologized for the boys and told her that it must have been an accident because my boys would never do such a thing.
I couldn't believe her, she was actually implying that they had done this to her on purpose!
The nerve!
We decided that this would be a good time to cut the cake. Sariah was positively radiant! She and Trevor fed each other cake, then she threw the bouquet. All of her friends were standing there waiting to catch the flowers, but as the bouquet came sailing toward the crowd of girls, they all ran in different directions and they flowers landed on the floor.
Silly girls, some of them are knocking on 20, you would think that they would want all the luck they could get when it comes to getting married. She threw her bouquet two more times before one of the little girls from our ward caught it.
About that time, I got a horrible backache. I had been on my feet most of the day and knew that I had just overdone it. I sat down and put my feet up on a folding chair. The wedding was almost over, and I could spend the rest of the weekend resting.
My sister, La Vette went and got me some punch and then helped Sariah gather her things.
When Sariah and Trevor were ready to leave, I walked with her to the door and gave her a big hug before she left. They ran out to their car through a sea of bubbles.
After they left, I went inside to start with the clean up. What happened next was a big shock to all!