After 13 hours of labor including about an hour and a half of hard pushing, Jack was born. The cord was wrapped tightly around his neck and just before he came out I had to stop pushing long enough for the doctor to cut the cord so it wouldn't strangle him.

He didn't cry for what seemed like an eternity, it was the scariest few moments in my life. When I saw the ambu bag come out I started crying, and then he started crying too. He was ok.

They brought him over to me long enough for me to look at him and give him a quick kiss and then they whisked him off to NICU. Brian was worried about me because he later told me that he had never seen so much blood in his life. Blood was everywhere. I had 4th degree lacerations, the worst kind of tearing you can have. It was all ok though, my baby was ok, nothing else mattered. Brian wanted to stay with me, but I wanted him to follow the nurses with the baby.

I mean I am a nurse, I *knew* he was't just going to disappear into thin air, but after everything I went through to get pregnant with him and everything I did to stay pregnant and have a healthy baby, there was no way I was letting him out of our sight.