My special day started on 1/11/07 at 4:30 a.m. I was told that we were going to have a scheduled Cesarean section due to the fact that I was seven days overdue and had had gestational diabetes and I had only dilated to 2 centimeters and was 100 percent effaced. They told me to show up at the hospital two hours prior to the surgery, which was scheduled to be done at 7:30 a.m.

I showed up and they allowed me to change and inserted the IV. They then came in and advised me how things were going to proceed.

They shaved me and went over some other things. 7:30 rolled around and still no doctor was there. I started getting butterflies in my tummy and wanted to see my daughter. 8 a.m. rolled by; 8:30 rolled by and the doctor finally showed up. I was told he had another emergency C-section to do.

So I was allowed to walk to the operating room. I then sat on the operating table as the anesthesiologist prepped me for the spinal block. A nurse came to my front side and had me hunch my back so they could do it right. It didn't hurt and I handled it better then I thought I would.

The nurse told me that I would get a nauseated and I did. I ended up throwing up. I then felt my legs become very heavy and I couldn't move. The nurses helped me put my legs up on the table and they draped a curtain over my chest and started the procedure.

I felt a bunch of tugging and pulling. The doctor then told me that there was going to be a lot of pressure and all of sudden someone was pushing really hard on my tummy. All I heard was, "Here she comes. Here she comes." Then dead silence. Then finally I heard Katrina May cry her head off.

Everyone in the room was laughing and happy. I was so happy. There are no words to describe the feeling of hearing your baby for the first time.

The doctor then brought her around after being cleaned and weighed. She was so beautiful. She opened her little eyes and looked so tired after a tough journey. The doctor yelled that she was 9 pounds, 10 ounces and was 21 1/2 inches long. She had a full head of black hair and beautiful blue eyes.

The doctors took her to the nursery and wheeled me to the recovery room. I was there for two very long hours. I wanted to see my daughter.

They finally brought her in. I was so drugged though that I was having a tough time trying to breastfeed her. They then took her away and I went to my own private room. They brought her back in that night and I was able to feed her and change her diaper.

The next day at 9 in the morning I was told that she was taken to the NICU overnight because she was literally turning blue when she cried really hard. I then started crying. The next four days went by and I was able to go and see her.

I had a really bad burning sensation on my skin and felt like my insides were going to fall out. But other than that the people at UMC in Tucson, AZ, are awesome.

I was able to go home with my daughter on the 15th of January. I will never forget that day. It was the best day of my life.