....I was laboring with Jake. 

Right around this time in the afternoon I was at 7 cm still, I had been stuck there for most of the day it seemed.  My doc had agreed to turn down the pitocin whilst he went off to a wedding (I encouraged it, don't worry), and when he came back at 4ish he turned it back on again. 

 About an hour later I declared I wanted some more morphine, so the nurse checked me.... and I was at 8 so they couldn't give me any more.  They gave me phenergan instead (I was puking - transition from first to second stage labor always makes me nauseaous) and I dozed for 45 mins or so. 

 I woke up with the most incredible urge to bear down, so overwhelming that I could do nothing but go with it....Lonesome saw me do it and said "Are you pushing?  Stop it!! Stop pushing!!", stuck his head out the door and yelled for the nurse.  She came in, saw the top of Jake's head, and called for the doc.

So, after 3 pushes, Jake made his grand entrance.  He weighed in at 8lbs 4 oz (I don't make dainty boy babies) and was an absolute little angel.  Cried right away, scored 9's on his Apgar test, had blonde hair, blue eyes, and had his Dad and I in tears. 

Now, eight years later.... he's still got the blonde hair and blue eyes, and he still has the ability to reduce his father and I to tears. He's my 'little guy', my angel in human form. 

Happy Birthday, Jakey-Poo.  May you have many more!