Hi, it's Mama. Here is the story of how you came to join us, little Lana Marie... *** It’s taken me a little longer to get to actually writing down the story of Lana’s birth than it did Della’s after she was born, but such is to be expected for #2 when #1 is constantly running around the house. Hopefully I haven’t forgotten any of the important details already! When Della was born, I had no idea what was happening. I didn’t know I was in labor, just that something really really hurt. So by the time we finally got to the hospital with her, I was already 9 cm dilated and basically ready to push. She arrived approximately 20 minutes after we walked through the hospital doors. Woah. So with Dv2.0 (we didn’t know if we were having a boy or girl, so she won’t become “Lana” quite yet), I knew I should probably pay a little more attention to everything to make sure we got to the hospital with some time to spare. Especially since my doctor said it was highly likely that I would deliver equally as fast, if not faster, than I did with Della. Again, woah. I definitely didn’t want to have a baby at home or in the car. Yuck. Then I found out I was group B strep positive this time around, so my doctor explained that ideally they wanted me at the hospital at least 4 hours before delivery so they could administer penicillin through an IV. They like to give 2 doses 4 hours apart to help protect the baby as he/she comes through the birth canal with this. I’m not entirely sure what would happen if the baby were to contract group B strep, but I didn’t really feel like finding out. So needless to say, I was on high alert for any unusual aches, pains, or just generally odd feelings for the couple weeks before Dv2.0's birth. Della came 8 days early, and my doctor said women tend to have similar gestational lengths with subsequent babies, so I was fully prepared for another early delivery. With our trip to Peoria exactly 2 weeks before my due date, you’d better believe we had everything we could possibly need for an out of state delivery packed in the car for that one – my hospital bag, a hospital bag for Della, the infant car seat, and all of my prenatal records in case a doctor in Peoria would have to do the delivery. I knew that if we weren’t 150% prepared, we would definitely be coming home with an Illinois-born kid. (not that that’s a bad thing, that’s where i’m from. we just didn’t exactly want to have to deal with all that.) So once we got home from our weekend in Peoria (did i ever tell you about that trip? it was awesome – i’ll have to get to that in another post.) it was full-on wait and see mode.…