Grace made a fashionably late entrance!

Not late by due date standards, but late by a loooooooong labor. My water broke at about 11:00 while I was asleep. No dramatic rushes out of Target, I just woke up wet. We got to the hospital at about 11:30 and labor began. We started at a 4 and slowly but peacefully progressed to a 9. This was my easiest labor, everything seemed a little too perfect. That's when my body decided to take a little break. It was 6 am and I stayed at a 9 until 10:00, when the doctor decided to give me pitocin. By then, I welcomed it, since I was contracting but making no progress. (Did I mention this was a natural childbirth) By this point I was getting a little frustrated and tired. The pit did the trick and kicked my butt. The best way I can describe the contractions is to compare them to a scream. The most high pitched scream your body can eek out (not literally). A level of pain that is totally out of control, but also tells you it's almost over. They then started to morph into bearing down contractions. I told the nurse and she yelled at me "Do not push out that baby!! Do not bear down! Stay in control!" She waws actually holding Grace in. I wanted to punch her. The next contraction the doctor made it in time "OK, go for it!" She said. One push and Grace was born. 7 lbs. 10 oz., 19 1/2" long, born at 11:19 AM. They handed her to me and she grabbed onto my hair. So, I say she was fashionably late, because she made us wait all night to meet her. She was definately worth it! Her temperment is quiet and mild. She nurses and sleeps and looks around while she's awake. And, so far she likes to be in her car seat (she's only been in it 3 times) but she has slept the whole time each time. Lily has out cried her in the car so far.