This is what I saw: me in labor, trying for a VBAC, when all of the sudden the baby's monitor shows the baby's heart rate dropping low and starts showing signs that the baby is in distress. Suddenly, the doctor and nurses are running me down the hallway into the operating room, all the while tears are streaming down my face and I am praying and praying for the baby to be okay.
As I saw this little event play out in my head, I started crying real tears. And the rest of the drive home that's all I could see and think about.
I took it as my answer to prayer that having a c-section is the way for me to go. And I am at peace about it, now more than ever. I know it's not the choice everyone will make, and that's fine. I know it's not the right or wrong choice. I know I won't look back on this baby's birth and regret not trying for a VBAC. I know that it is the right choice for me and the baby, and that's what matters the most.
And hopefully it's not too much longer before we get to meet the little peanut! :)