well it happened! about 3.5 months ago. I finally gave birth to a darling little boy. obviously this is not much of a newsflash since the only people who read this are people i talk to and/or see on a regular basis. but some of you have been spared details but lucky for you, i am going to give you the low down.

my beautiful mother came in to town on december 2nd. I picked her up from the airport at 7pm.


we ate dinner, put the kids to bed, did the whole nightly routine, and around 9 pm i began having some contractions (oh and the membranes had been stripped the previous day. thanks, doc!). they started to become more regular & coming a little stronger. after a bit they stopped being so regular but were getting pretty strong. my mom said i should call the doctor just in case. i did at around 10pm. he told me i should go to the hospital in maybe a half hour or so, not to rush but go in. ok, first mistake. i didn't rush. didn't really think it would happen on THE day my mother got here. for those who don't know, my labors are quick. i was in labor for 6 hours with london & 3 hours with scarlett-start to finish. the contractions got really strong & were about 8 minutes apart. so we woke the kids up and drove them to our friends house. we got to the hospital at 11pm. by this time the contractions were coming about every 4-5 minutes. and of course, there was no room for me at the inn.;) so i sat in the waiting room while the nurses worked their magic and i thought about how i might die, i was in so much pain. this photo was taken in between VERY painful contractions: chubs, i know.



finally, the nurse takes me to this tiny "area" & closes the curtain then decides to go on about all these "routine questions" blah, blah, blah. i'm like, listen lady, i'd love to sit & chat it up with you about all the legalities but i'm about to die here and i don't care about my family medical history and all that right now. and no, i am not allergic FOR THE 100TH TIME to ANYTHING!(if you'd just check my medical records you'd see that. i mean what is the point of those when you just have to re-explain EVERYTHING?). you don't wait until i'm doubled over in pain to ask such trivial things. seriously. i was on the verge of cutting her. it may have been with a blunt object but that's besides the point. during her interrogation, i was clenching fists, biting down hard, and trying to hold back tears. i just couldn't do it anymore so at last i said, "can i please get an epidural? i really need one. i am hurting really bad." after the questioning she gets her gloves to check me and says, "oh! you're at about a 7 1/2." oh really? yeah, like all my bitching didn't clue you in? "so can i get that epidural now?" she then proceeds to say, "i'm going to call your doctor right now. you're really close. i don't know if we'll have time." then she walks out. ok. what just happened? i start bawling. you don't understand. i am not one of those who tries to be all cool & natural. no, i'm all about the drugs. the least amount of anything i have to endure best suits me. i don't care how women used to do it. this is how they do it now and i want my epidural. lee and my mom notice i'm crying and say, "are you having another contraction?" i said "no! i have to have an epidural and i might not get it! why was she taking so long?!" at last she comes in and they move me to labor & delivery, i get my drugs (ahhhhhhh, sweet relief), push 5 times, and deliver a most handsome little boy at 1 am!!! 2 hour labor: not too shabby, if i say so myself.

this is my story, in a nutshell, of how my boy entered this world. i have to leave the library and get london from school. yes, still no internet. a shame, i know.