As you know I was scheduled for induction Friday morning. They cancelled me, but by Friday afternoon I was having some pretty steady contractions. We started dinner at around 6pm. At this point my contractions were everywhere. So I'm peeling potatoes and stuff and they start getting really close together. They were around 3 mintues apart, so I went to sit down and see if they tapered off. They just got stronger, so we were off to the hospital with our dinner left in partial stages of cooked on the stove. Chi got dropped off with babysitters and we went to observation. My cervix was still only a when we got there. I stayed on monitors from 9-11:30pm. They gave me lots of water to drink to see if maybe I was just dehydrated, my contractions got really strong there reaching way past the 100 mark as far as strength went. So they came in and admitted me, telling me my doctor was not there though, so I would be seen by the on call dr. While in observation the nurse was confused by what she felt when she checked my cervix, it didn't feel like a head, but the ultrasound showed a head. So off to my room I go. The on call dr. came in and checked me. In the half an hour it took for me to drink my water, and get moved to my room my cervix went from a 2 to a 4. She said she was going to have to see what they were feeling and try to get everything out of the way. At this point they though maybe he had his arm up above his head or something. I knew it was bad when the Dr. said, "oh my I haven't seen this in a long time, oh no, oh oh." Not what you want to hear from the Dr. So then she said the words that sent me into a freaked out state of panic. "THIS WILL HAVE TO BE C-SECTION" Enick was coming out nose first. Like his head was stuck in my pelvis bent all the way back. There was no turning him, and since I was suddenly progressing really fast labor wise they had to get him out. I started crying an dpretty much having a panic attack. I did not want a C-section. At this very moment DH's IBS acted up and he ran into the bathroom. I just sat there and bawled while MIL tried to comfort me. It wasn't working and my fit stressed Enick out. They lost his heartbeat and all of a sudden there were like 5 people in my room and they were sticking a hat on my head and pushing me off. DH was still in the bathroom. I stopped my fit because I realized I was hurting the situation. So I just sat there, got my spinal which was not bad and tried to stay calm. Before I knew it they were cutting, and in staggered DH. It took a really long time for them to get him out. They just kept tugging and tugging. I was starting to get worried again when I heard Enick cry. His apgars were 9/9. It totally sucked not getting to hold him first and only getting peeks of him. I managed to throw up all over myself while getting stitched back up, that was nice, NOT! But soon enough I was in my original bed, with baby next to me going back to my room. I felt really odd. Like my legs felt bent, even though they were straight. It was so strange. So that's about it. This C-section stuff sucks, but I'm happy to have a healthy baby boy. He looks exactly like big bro did, just a little bigger. He nurses like a champion. Hates the paci and the bottle, just like Malachi. He's up now I better go, here is a link to some pics. Sorry this was so long.