He is here!!!!!!!!

After what seems like forever, our darling baby boy is here. It's still sinking in...and every moment is so amazing. Brad and I stare at him for hours on end and have never been more content. He is such an angel, he was so well behaved in the womb, and he was just as nice to me on the way out. He is already soooo loved and so spoiled, and he doesn't even know it! I'm dreading the day when he finds out and realizes that he has everyone wrapped around his little finger.
So here's how it all happened...
I started having stomach pains that would come and go around 7:30 p.m. Saturday night during dinner (Me, Brad, Doug and Jess, Noah, Briony, Pete, and Mom). We were in the kitchen and Chloe said "Ethan if you don't come out now, I'll corrupt you like your Mommy did us!". Later, we (Doug, Jess, Pete, Me, Brad, Eddie, and Shannon) went to Stanford and Sons to see a show because Jess is friends with one of the comedians who performed that night. As funny as the show was, I was in agony the whole time, the "pains" got more frequent and more severe. By the end of the show, Brad and I were pretty sure they were contractions so we called our Midwife. She said it might be a good idea to check into the hospital. We went home, grabbed our hospital bags, and told everyone we were just going to IHOP (we didnt want to say anything in case it was false labor). We checked in and I was dilated at a 2. I took a warm bath and was checked an hour later: 2.5 cm dialted. That's when it was decided that I was in early labor. I received some pain meds that made me sick, and when they wore off I decided it was time for the epidural. It was so sweet how concerned Brad was for me, his face went white. After the epidural at 6 am, I didnt feel a thing. It was suuuuuch a relief. They broke my water at 9am when I was dilated to 8. By noon, I was a 10. At 1:20 I began pushing. Brad held one of my legs up and the nurse had the other. I felt so bad for their arms, what champs! We waited for each contraction to begin, and with each, I did a series of pushes. Each time, I had to take in a deep breath and hold it in for 10 seconds while pushing as hard as I could while curling in towards my stomach. I did this four times in a row, each series lasting about 45 seconds. After 40 minutes, they said "Oh, the top of his head!" I was like "You've GOT to be kidding me!!!!" The Midwife assured me that this was good progress, but I thought she just didn't want to discouraged me. Soon, I could just feel him there and I got a second wind. It wasn't long after when I saw Brad's face and I knew Ethan was almost here. Good thing, I felt like my eyes were going to bulge out of my skull from repeatedly holding my breath and pushing so hard. One last push and our little miracle was born at 2:36 p.m. It all happened so fast, I saw him for a half a second and they rushed him over to the warmer that was 5 feet away. He looked great, but he wasn't crying. Brad and I exchanged looks, both our eyes became sprinklers. We couldn't believe it, this is the little guy who was doing Kung Fu in my stomach. Soon he cried and I got to hold my son. How amazing... I can't even attempt to articulate it. An hour later, Ethan's fan club flooded in...