After laboring and contracting for a total of 29 hours, when it came time to push, with every push my son's heart rate would drop for longer and longer durations of time. I was rushed into prep for a cesarean. When that word was utteredmy heart broke. But just moments under the knife I heard my son's cries as soon as he was pulled out. The joy remained the same. I was relieved, and full of indescribable happiness. They brought Viktor to me and all I could do was reign tearful kisses all over his handsome little face. I realized that it didn't matter how he came into the world, he was in my world nevertheless, happy, healthy, screaming, and peeing. That's all that ever mattered to me. :)