And then there were four...

It happened. My second boy is finally here. After a lovely 20 hours of labor. Apparently I make a really comfortable womb.

For all of you who told me the second one is easier, to you I say "Ha! A plague o'er your house!" Easier my ass! This labor was way more difficult. Now, the actual delivery was easier, but the labor, oh the labor.

It all began on that wonderful Monday where the doctor shoved her hand up my vag and swept my membranes. Things weren't really happening and I began to think it wasn't going to work this time. Then at about 2 AM I began having contractions. I couldn't go back to sleep and I started timing them. Finally when 3 AM rolled around I woke up Daniel and told him what was going on.

So thinking that once things started rolling it was going to be fast we headed to the hospital. We live about 20 minutes from the hospital, but it could always be longer since we are talking about LA traffic.

When we got there and they checked me, I was only 2 centimeters dilated. They suggested for me to walk for an hour, and then return. During this lovely stroll my contractions got way more intense and became very close together. I thought for sure progress had been made. The doctor checked and I was only 2 1/2 dilated.

This continued forever. My body was not opening up, and this baby was not coming down. On it went for hours, no progress being made. I finally broke.

That's right. I broke. I am not proud to say I lost it. I cried on the walks, and I cried in the shower. The contractions were so intense but nothing was happening. Finally I took some morphine which allowed me to rest and go from 4 to 6 centimeters. Once the drug ran out though I was back to hell. It finally got to be too much and I asked for the epidural. I was sad I had to go there, but by this time I had labored for 19 hours with little sleep, and I saw no end to the tunnel.

Needless to say, things moved quickly after that. And when it was time to push the baby came out in 1 big push, and a couple little ones.

After all that, we have a beautiful baby boy with a personality all his own already. Gideon is his biggest fan, and is so proud to be a big brother.

I feel like our family is now complete. Which is good, because after that labor I sure as hell don't want to push out another.

I can't wait to see my boys grow up together.