Well, it definitely wasn't the triumphant, intervention-free, sublime VBAC that I pictured. A lot of my birthplan went haywire - my hospital anxieties were well founded - and a lot of non-medical issues complicated my labor and cascaded things for me, including an epidural that I didn't want, but likely would not have succeeded without. If I had not been in a hospital, my labor would have been much smoother and shorter. But, as it was, at 307am on July 7, 23 hours after my water broke spontaneously, I pushed Axel out of my body under my own power! And that is a big, happy moment for me. I didn't even believe it would happen when I was pushing - even when I reached down and felt his head, I was still thinking - oh jeez, he could still get stuck, this doctor could still cut me open/use forceps/etc. But then, out he slid! I was shocked! And I held him right away, and he was slimy, and screaming, and it was magical.
I'm going to write up my whole birth story, but just haven't had the time. My parents are in town, and are a ton of help, but also take a lot of time, plus I've been napping, etc. Axel is a little jaundiced, but is nursing well. He's got a LOT of sucking needs, so that's been a little hard to negotiate, but we've turned a corner the past day or two. He's a good sleeper and always has to have his hands next to his face, which is both cute and annoying, depending on whether I'm trying to nurse him and those hands get in the way! Oh, and funny enough, the next day (7/8) was DS1's birthday - so my sons have birthdays side by side!