October 18, 2017, is the day my handsome baby boy was brought into this world. It was 2:19am, and I was quite exhausted from having been up the whole day before and then delivering a baby. Labor and delivery were relatively quick, at least quicker than I thought they would have gone. From what I could tell, everything was going great, until my son came out. My doctor and I talked about what my preferences were during and post delivery. When things did not go as planned, I knew something wasn't quite right. As soon as my son was born, the doctor cut the cord and rushed Bren away, which is definitely not what we talked about. So, I laid there and waited for the doctor to inform us as to what was going on. She did not come back quickly. I had asked another doctor that was in the room, who happened to be a good friend of ours, what was going on and the response I received was "she is using the bag to breathe for him right now". Some people thought that should have scared me