TL;DR: I HAD A BABY!
Four days overdue, we went to the hospital for our scheduled birth. There wasn’t any rushing — we woke up early, made breakfast, loaded the car and left.
My room wasn’t quite clean when we got there so we got a later start than we thought, but, in the end, that wouldn’t matter.
Thirteen hours of pitocin and (medicated) back labor later, I was wheeled into the operating room for a C-section to remove surgically the stubborn mule that is my son.
He didn’t want to come out, you see.
My birth plan had one thing on it: I don’t want a C-section.
Turns out, he was a little too big for me to birth him conventionally — nine pounds, five ounces with me measuring normal the entire pregnancy. Too big and face-up — hence, back labor.
So I had a C-section.
I didn’t get the birth I wanted, but that didn’t matter in the end either because I got something a hell of a lot better than the birth that I wanted.
I got Henry.