Four years ago tonight I was at York Hospital with my wife waiting for little Drew to appear. We didn’t know it was him, of course (we didn’t even know it was a boy!), but there he was. The labor was much easier than with Alyssa. In fact, I didn’t feel a thing (Hmmm–my wife is about to hit me). They got the epidural in right away and Denise kind of eased her contractions along all night (you bet she got the epidural–no toughing it out for us. Heck, I tried to get them to give me an epidural too.). We both dozed all night (at least I dozed), and at 7:55 am the next morning, while I was talking to my sister on the phone, they said it was time to push. I said goodbye to Lisa and 8 minutes later at 8:03 am, Drew was born.

Drew would repay us for the easy birth by screaming for the next 12 solid months. He did eventually stop (except for “special” occasions, of course), and we’ve now regained at least 18 percent of our sanity…