So, after reaching 7cm yesterday the pain got oh so real but the guy in charge of administering the epidural was in surgery. Cue heavy breathing and a shit ton of screaming I didn't even know I was capable of. The baby was coming out face first and got stuck. This now meant an emergency c-section. I didn't even care. I was happy to be put to sleep. She was born at 6:56, 6lbs 3oz, 19.25in. First name begins with an S. She's already a pro at breastfeeding and screams bloody murder when there isn't a boob in her mouth. Not much sleep for me and pretty darn sore but we're both alright.