Never Went Into Labor (Birth Story)

I am 19 years old and my baby boy was born on Feb 16th 2019. Currently, I'm sitting here thinking about when I had him and it suddenly occurred to me that I have no idea what labor feels like.

I went in for my 39 week checkup (2/13) and my OB told me to go straight to the hospital because my baby's heart rate was low. They hooked me up to the monitors and his vitals were steady and so were mine, so after a few hours they sent me home since I literally lived <2 minutes from the hospital. They told me to come back in the morning for more monitoring and most likely to be induced. So, Valentines Day morning, my incredible boyfriend (who is not my baby's dad) takes me to the hospital and stays with me every step of the way. They monitored me for a couple hours and decided to induce me as I was only fingertip dilated and my baby's heart wasn't beating as fast as it should. First round of what i called 'nurse shoves fist inside of me in an effort to ripen my cervix' was around 11am. Then 4 hours later I was at 0.5cm so they did it again. 4 more hours, still 0.5cm. Then I began having contractions but still not dilating. I only knew I was having contractions because my nurse kept asking me if they hurt (she could see them on the monitor) and I had no clue what she was talking about. Then the doctor decides to UNinduce me because the baby's heart rate kept dropping with each contraction. So all was okay for a while until I started having natural contractions on Friday evening (2/15). Then the c-section idea starts floating around and I start to get anxious. They keep taking me on and off of solid foods in case of CS. Saturday morning (2/16) I'm eating the IHOP my boyfriend brought to me when the nurse comes in and tells me that will be my last meal and that they are scheduling me for c-section at 7pm. It seemed surreal. 4pm came around and i started to get super nervous as they began telling me how the surgery is gonna go and basically we were just waiting for the doctor to be ready, so I was persuaded to take my last nap (i've now realized what a luxury naps are) before having my baby. 5-something pm and I'm awoken by alarms going off, nurses rushing into my room and an oxygen mask being thrown on my face. I guess I had a pretty big contraction in my sleep and his heart rate dipped again but this time for about 6 minutes so now it's time for him to come out before it drops anymore severely. I'm panicking and hyperventilating and my amazing nurse is soothing me and letting me lean on her and she's hugging me as they inject my back. She lays me down and I start to cry, telling her I think I just peed (I had) and she tells me it's gonna be okay. My mom was the person I had in the operating room with me and I remember how blue her eyes looked and how she soothed me (that was a first lol) and apologizing to her about how I made her go through the same thing since she had an emergency CS with me. Next thing I remember is feeling a whole bunch of pressure and feeling them pull my baby out and hearing his little scream... I instantly began to cry the happiest tears of my life and told my mom "that's Maison!"

Feb 16th 2019. 6:42 pm. 6lbs 13oz. 20.5 inches. Maison James Foley.

The last 4 pics are @ 1 month, 2 months & 3 months & today