The day started with a crazy yelling match with my now “Baby Daddy” about how much pain I was in and there is no reason for him to look so good to go to the hospital. We spent and hour yelling back and forth about my pain and his outfit changes and hair gel. I know now that this is how he handle pressure very bad. When we finally made it to the hospital I was in a crazy amount of pain (because having a baby is no joke) the dr came in to check me I was only 1cm. The thought that went through my mind when he said that was this is going to be one hell of a day. We arrived at 6:32 by 7:40 my first monster made his first appearance into the world via emergency c section. The day did turned out to be one hell of a day. My little baby’s heart rate was dropping so they rushed me in to a c section before my legs made it to the table he was half out. We spent the next 5 days in the hospital learning to take care of our son. We should have know that parenthood would be a crazy ride. I have so many story’s from the first 5 days. But the one that sticks out the most 14yrs later is holding my 7lb 7oz baby boy and him pooping all over me well I had blood running down my legs. (Gross I know sorry) this is one of the crazy story’s you always hear about but don’t know if it ever really happens.