Part 2 of my birth story Everyone does what’s best for them, and for me, after hours and hours of labor with barely any progress, getting the epidural was exactly what I needed. My body was exhausted, my mind was fading, and I knew I had to save every ounce of strength for the moment that mattered most. When it finally came time to push, those 4 hours and 30 minutes meant everything. Every breath, every push, every tear was for one reason only: bringing my baby boy, Ryan, into this world healthy