So it's been a year, and I never posted "the" story--about Glen's birth. So, one year later, here's the very brief version (mostly just for posterity's sake)...
I worked all day Wednesday and just didn't feel good-for the very first time all pregnancy. As soon as I got home and laid on the couch at 6pm, I noticed that I was having pretty regular contractions, about 3-5 mins apart. David was out on the lake with his family. He walked in the door at about 7:30 and literally fell on the ground because he was so exhausted from boating. Then he looked and me and kind of jokingly asked if I was in labor, to which I answered "I think so." He got right up and took a shower, and then got down to business. With a stopwatch around his neck, he timed all my contractions and quickly plotted them in a graph in Excel. I love my husband!

By about 11:30pm the contractions were pretty intense and I was getting very sick, so we decided to head to the hospital. We got to AF hospital right at midnight, I puked twice in the elevator on our way up to the maternity floor, and then was checked-in. I was dilated to a 5. I spent some time in the tub, then got back into bed where my water broke. By 2:30 I was fully dilated and ready to push.

I think I should mention here that we were going natural. We had taken 10 weeks of classes in preparation to go natural. Anyhow, I started to push and push and push. I kept waiting for them to say he's getting closer, you're almost done, etc. But after almost 3 hours of hard pushing in every position imaginable, there was no progress--the kid just wasn't budging. He was face up, instead of the usual face down, but that typically doesn't stop a baby from coming--just makes it a little more difficult. So they called in a doctor (I was using a midwife) who said he could try to turn him face down, but due to the risks involved I would need to get an epidural in case they needed to do a quick c-section. By then it was obvious we needed a little assistance and I was done being in pain anyway, so I consented willingly. After an EXCELLENT epidural, the doctor thought he got him turned about 1/8 of the way, and had me push for a while. No progress. Then he gave me some pitocin and had me rest for an hour, in the hopes that perhaps stronger contractions might help get him out. So I waited and then pushed for another hour. Nothing.

So, at around 9am, after almost 5 hours of pushing, we decided to go with the c-section. The nice thing was that we had literally explored every option, so I felt completely comfortable and satisfied with a c-section. There was no other choice. Fortunately, Glen's heart rate was excellent throughout the whole labor, so we were never scared or anxious. The c-section went really well, and I was happy and laughing through the whole thing.

Glen was born on Thursday, June 19th at 10:36 am, and I was relieved to be done with it all. He didn't cry at all. The first things I noticed when I saw him were his white eyelashes and this tiny line of blond hair between his eyes. He weighed 7 lbs 13 oz and was 22 inches long. Normally c-section babies have cute round heads, but he had a major cone head from all those hours of trying to push him out. He was also pretty long for his size. His feet were big, but his heels were tiny and the bracelet kept slipping off his feet, so we had to keep socks on him to keep the IDs on. He nursed like a champ from the very start and was a good sleeper. He literally never cried, just fussed a little when he wanted something. He was an excellent baby!

So, although things didn't go as planned in labor, the end result was exactly what we wanted--a healthy, happy baby!