Few people understand the seriousness of an emergency C-section. When I first heard these words, I was terrified, not only for my life, but also for my daughter's. A surge 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 cut me open. Lying on the operating table, the bright white lights above my head gave me a headache. I could hear the worried but stern voices of the doctors all around me. I could feel my boyfriend squeeze my hand to let me know he was there. The room was spinning. A tear or two rolled down my cheek as I worried about what was going to happen in the next few moments. The loud clanging of medical equipment echoed in what seemed to be an empty room. I just wanted to get this C-section over with so I could go home to my little girl. I needed everything to go well 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 removed my daughter....