Not many people understand the severity of an emergency c-section. When I first heard those words I was terrified, not only for my life, but also for my daughter's. A wave of sadness came over me. I wasn't sure how to react to the news when the doctor told me there were complications. All I knew was that my daughter's life was in danger and they wanted to open me up again. While I was on the operating table, the white lights above my head gave me a headache. I could hear the worried but stern voices of the doctors around me. I could feel my boyfriend shaking my hand to let me know he was there. The room was spinning. A tear or two rolled down my cheek as I feared what would happen in the next few moments. The loud clinking of medical equipment echoed in what appeared to be an empty room. I just wanted this c-section to be over so I could go home with my baby. I needed everything to be okay with her and with me. The longer I lay on the table, the more worried I became. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the doctor took the dau out of me...