On June 19, Boca Chica turned 2. And if you think this is just another silly post about the cats, think again...
In addition to this being Garfield and Paula Abdul's birthday, for Boca's Birthday present we gave him a little brother named Reed Jeremy (RJ) DeLancey.

RJ was born on June 19 at 4:24pm Pacific time (that's 7:24pm for you East Coasters).
Here are his stats: 6lbs, 13oz., 20.5 inches long.
Taking it from the top, on the morning of June 19th I woke up pretty restless, I couldn't decide what I wanted to do, and I felt a bit off and a little crampy, but I was just having slightly stronger braxton-hicks contractions. At about 8:00 AM, Lance left for work, and I almost told him that maybe he should stick around, but I didn't want to raise a false alarm, so I didn't. But I still was really restless - I couldn't decide what to eat for breakfast and so I checked some email first. Then my back hurt a little with what was still like a braxton-hicks contraction and I figured that maybe I should ask my mom if it could be a real contraction. She said it might be, so I called Lance, who was now about 15 minutes into his commute. He turned around - and in the process managed to almost exit into a truck weigh station instead of the next exit. I then ate some breakfast and took a shower. (If the contractions went away during the shower, then I would know they were braxton hicks and not the real deal - they didn't go away, in fact they got closer together - we were varying between 8 and 2 minutes apart - very irregular, but still very much there. We got some stuff together and Lance, Momma C, and I got into the car to head to the hospital. This was around 9:30 AM. Along the way we called our midwife and she said that being about 3-5 minutes apart now, that heading to the hospital was a good idea. At this point I could still talk during the contractions pretty well, although with each contraction, my back would hurt more and more -- I actually think my back was contracting more than anything else.
When we got to the hospital (it's about an hour away), we went right up to the maternity ward and into triage. They checked me and listened to the baby briefly - I was 4cm dilated, 100% effaced and at 0 station, so I was admitted and we promptly got the largest labor and delivery room on the floor.
Using the combination of jacuzzi tub, birthing ball, standing positions, and kneeling on hands and knees -- I tolerated 7 hours of back labor without medication. The last hour of pushing resulted

in the delivery of a screaming baby boy.
After making a few initial calls we were directed to the post-partum suite with a gorgeous view of the city across the bay.
We were discharged after a hectic and sleepless 30 hours. We weren't sleepless because of RJ, he was an angel, but the non-stop interruptions from the nursing staff led us to turn down staying an extra day so that we could recover at home.