Little Miss Gb is simply quite, quite pretty...
The white flag was raised (after mummurs of 'dysfunctional labor' and 'c-section' were tossed out there), the epidural went in, the pit was dripped, and an hour later, our little boy arrived.
When my wife was in labor for the birth of our first Bradley baby it was slow going for her and she finally gave in and said she wanted the epidural.
I knew that if I could get her to hold off a little longer she would make it so I told her I would go get the doctor and tell him. I stalled and stalled for a good hour trying to keep her mind in the game and by the time the birth happened, she had forgotten all about the epidural.
She was very grateful for my subterfuge.
Hope Mom and baby are doing well. Good job Dad!
We really need to see photos, though.
May all your days be filled with joy and happiness....and wonder, through the eyes of one of God's best miracles.