Once at 8cm things started to get intense. I could feel him moving down, but not staying down. The doctor even seemed surprised I was still at 8cm, then all of a sudden I was surrounded by about 4-7 nurses and they were giving me oxygen, trying to put a monitor on the baby's head, and having me change positions because his heart rate was skyrocketing and crashing. It was around 8 pm at this time and the doctor came to me and said it's time to get him out. The baby is too stressed and we're not sure why it could be because his umbilical cord wrapped around his neck and my heart sunk. I didn't get this far along to lose him. So I said okay just give me a moment with my family. The four of us prayed and I was whisked off to have a C-section. Jack sat next to me and we just stared into each other eyes and tried to hold hands. With some tugging and pulling he was out and placed into the incubator and we heard him cry for the first time and my eyes filled with tears.
Then things got scary. He wasn't breathing probably and they needed to rush him to the NICU. They stopped by just for a second so we could see him for the first time and both of us were shocked to see how blonde he was! They quickly then rushed him off to NICU with Jack following. All I could do was lay there while they put me back together. Once I was in the recovery room, Jack came in talking about how cute he is and how strong he was. Before heading up to our room they rolled me into the NICU, so I can see him. They told us he had swallowed meconium which was causing some difficulty breathing and was giving him oxygen and he was going to have to stay in the NICU for the night. I don't think I really heard a thing the nurses were saying, all I could do was stare at this little thing that we had created.