
Although we were eagerly expecting it, we were not sure when we would get that phone call--you know, the one when Bryan would be out of breath, trying to say that he and Camille were headed to the hospital because the baby was coming. Just like on Christmas Eve, Mary Lee and I had set out our clothes carefully so that we could quickly grab them and take off. (I was even hoping secretly for something in my stocking.) But this was more exciting than Christmas. Unlike toys that tarnish and presents that perish, this new little baby was a long term deal--no trade-ins, no change of size, no worry about batteries. This was the deal of a lifetime, actually even longer. A little after 4:00 a.m. Sunday morning the cell phone rang. As first I thought it was the alarm, but when Mary Lee said, "Hello," listened for a moment and said, "We're coming. We will be there in just a few minutes." I knew that the long awaited time had come. What a great way to start April Fool’s Day. The adventure was beginning!
Like lightning we dressed and headed for the door (nothing in my stocking but my foot). We left Cathy and Darrel’s house, hopped into the car and buzzed south on Bangerter Highway toward Camille’s and Bryan’s house on Duncan Meadows Way. When we arrived, I have to admit that I was a little disappointed: Bryan and Camille were very calm and under control. They were already dressed and their clothes were on right side out.
“I’ll give you a call when things start happening,” Bryan said calmly as he closed the door to the garage. There was no crazy frantic running around, no “we’ll have to get that later,” no “the contractions are only 3 minutes apart,” just happy pleasant, experienced parents headed to the hospital as if this were part of their regular routine. (Camille and Bryan need to work on their frazzled, frantic, flabbergasted, funny skills.) Tytan was sleeping soundly. The night was quiet. The house was neatly organized. There was nothing to do but catch a wink until Tytan awoke or “the call” came.
A couple of hours later, at about a quarter after seven, the phone rang and Bryan made the announcement, “She was born at 7:05 this morning. Both Camille and baby are doing fine. She is 20.5 inches long, (I guess since babies are always lying down they are “long” rather than “tall.”) and weighs 7 pounds 7 ounces. It only took about two contra,tions and was the fastest birth ever.”

“That’s great.” I said. “Have you chosen a name?”
“We are still working on it, but I think we’re close,” he replied with hesitation in his voice.
(I think he was fearful that I would be pushing a name like Brucetta.)
We were so excited. Tytan was still sleeping, but we were ready to hop into the car and race to the hospital right away. Wouldn’t you know, Camille and Bryan foresaw that Tytan might need a little something because the baby would be the center of attention, so they had wisely hidden away a special gift to him from his new little sister. So, when Tytan woke up, we hastily helped him get dressed, grabbed a bite for breakfast and piled into the car heading for the Intermountain Medical Center in Murray. We had hidden away the package for Tytan as we had been asked to do and we were ready to see his new little sister.
In the hospital room Bryan was all smiles and Camille, although tired, flashed a big smile and a contented nod. The baby was swaddled in a soft blanket and slept in a small clear plastic baby bed. She looked tiny and comfortable with the hint of a smile. (I am sure that she was thrilled to be in this family at this time with such loving parents and big brother.) Michelle, Josh and Ben were on the way and Nathan, Allison and Avery would be there after conference. It was a regular celebration.
After one quick glance and a hug from Mom and Dad, Tytan was ready to do something other than sit around admiring the baby. She didn’t seem to know how to do anything except sleep. Bryan and Camille then surprised him with a gift from his new little sister--a Thomas Train set.
“Wow, this little sister of mine isn’t so bad after all,” he thought. “She really knows how to choose cool presents.” And for the next hour Tytan and his Dad set up the track in a number of configurations and played with the railroad cars pushing them around the track, while the TV displayed General Conference in the background. We did not hear many of the messages that morning, but we were nonetheless grateful for the new addition to the family and that she arrived safely.
“So, have you decided on a name?” I asked.
“Aubrie Claire Cook,” came the resolute reply.
As so it is, that Aubrie Claire Cook came into the world on April 1, 2012, proof positive of the miracle of birth.