When induction turns c-section

Cervidil, balloons, insane amounts of pitocin, epidurals and absolutely zero progress... that’s when they decide to cut you open instead. She made it though. Beautiful as ever, a head full of hair, alert, calm, barely fussy and even has perfect blood sugars (I had GD). She already has her daddy wrapped around her finger, she’s still trying to figure out how to get my boobs to work, luckily I produce A LOT of colostrum so she’s gotten plenty. She’s cleared to go home tomorrow, but we’re staying until Tuesday because I have to be here the minimum 48 hours. We’re over the moon, so in love, she is perfect, we made that beautiful being.