I am so glad I didn't have more time to think about it. I fought my doctor on inducing me at all, she had delayed it once for me already. I wanted so badly to try and deliver her naturally. Alas, those plans were out the window, but it was all ok until they sat me on that operating table. The tears flowed freely, and there was nowhere to hide them. The worst part was not the needles. It was the stuff they used to clean my back - so cold - I squirmed all over the place, then I held perfectly still for the poke. They put a screen up so I couldn't see and Kyle held my hand. He peeked over and saw them pulling apart my stomach muscles. They told me I'd feel pressure and I thought they broke my ribs -In a good way- then I heard her and she pooped and peed on the doctors, and they held her up to a little window in the screen for half a second and then took all the way across the room to clean and weigh and check her.
Her Daddy got to hold her first and they wouldn't let me get up to look at her. My paralyzed body loved her as best as it could. I knew right away she was beautiful!
And then we were a family!