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Boy!!! The end to pregnancy number three is finally here, thank goodness. Now bring on the healing process. Traxton Les Taylor (Les after my grandpa, Lester) was born at 5:17 p.m. and weighed 7lbs 13 oz and 20 inches long. I was scheduled to be induced today, so this morning we came in and they started the pitocin at about 8:00. My contractions came on pretty steady and hard so we got an epidural at 12:00. I was really nervous about getting one this time because with Treyson it didn't work and I never fully got relief. I even apologized to the anesthesiologist before hand just in case I called him some bad names like I did last time. Well the epidural worked wonderfully and I felt great. I just wasn't really progressing very fast. At 3:00 I was still dilated to only a four so they turned the pitocin up and rolled me on to my other side. The combination of the two must have been the trick because an hour later I was at an eight. It didn't seem long at all before he was here. I only had to push about five times and because of my wonderful epidural I didn't suffer through delivery. Not only am I grateful because of the physical relief that it brought me, but with my last one I didn't really hold him and enjoy him after birth because I hurt too bad. This time I was able to focus on my new little one instead of the doctor stitching up my 2nd degree tear. Now we are just hanging out and loving our new addition. His older siblings already have loved him about to death. Ashten is even okay with having another boy. I was pretty nervous with how she was going to handle it. Thanks for all of your support and concern. We are both doing well and can't wait to go home.