The rest of that day, night and entire next day is pretty blurry. I know Tara arrived at some point to help, I'm told my parents were there briefly to see me and I remember seeing a lot of nurses coming and going, doing important things to equipment next to my bed. I know Tara & Will didn't get any sleep and barely had time in the morning to run to the cafeteria for breakfast because one nurse said they had an hour before I'd need them and another nurse said maybe things would get more intense within 10 minutes.
After being in active labor most of the morning I saw my OB doctor who asked me to make the decision between continuing to push another hour or to go ahead with a C-Section because there was an opening in surgery at noon. I remember looking at Will, seeing the same exhaustion reflected in his eyes and agreed to the surgery.
Oddly enough, through out this whole pregnancy I always thought I'd end up with a C-Section, even before that if I had ever envisioned myself lucky enough to have a baby it'd be handed to me from over a blue cloth screen.
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