Well, DD finally arrived on March 26th at 7:52pm. She was 9 pounds, 21.5 inches. I was exactly 42 weeks that day. We had hoped for a VBAC home birth, and I did try mightily. I was in active labor for four days. That's right, four days. I now know that you can have fully fleshed out dreams in less than two minutes between contractions while hanging on to the side of a birthing tub. Amazing! Labor did keep stalling, though. There were periods where my contractions dropped to three or four minutes apart before they picked up again. I was fully dilated for a whole day before I finally decided DD was just not going to descend that last little bit to allow me to push. I was really, really exhausted, too, and the back labor was terribly intense. By that fourth day, I was afraid of the contractions and just wasn't able to work with them any more. When I got to the hospital, they did an epidural. It was a relief for my back, but I hated not being able to feel anything. In a last ditch effort to avoid surgery, they gave me some pitocin, but DD still wasn't budging. She was a trooper, though! She withstood that long labor and the pitocin without her heart rate dropping for even a moment. That's my girl!!! I ended up with a c-section. Poor DD was posterior and really wedged. The surgery was much longer than it had been with DS, because they had to extricate DD. I was able to have her skin to skin on my chest in the operating room, and she wasn't away for long before I was able to breast feed her. She latched on right away, and all has been well since. I'm having a tough recovery this time, but I'm sure I'll be feeling better soon. I'm just enjoying my little girl and adoring how wonderful her big brother is with her. I'm a lucky mom indeed!