"How big is he?" I asked.

"He's probably approaching ten pounds," the doctor said in a monotone voice. "We'll be taking him out early, so get some rest and try not to worry."

For the remainder of my stay, all I did was worry (well mainly). I couldn't afford to have a TV in my room, so I did a lot of talking on the phone, and I rather enjoyed the meals. (Oddly enough!) I had planned to do a lot of reading in my spare time but didn't. For the most part, I just laid in bed eavesdropping on people's conversations.

Well somehow I got through it and the day of the C-section finally arrived. I was so excited and nervous, but it would all be worth it in a couple of hours. My family and friends started to show up at around noon, because we had been told the birth would take place at 1 p.m. However the birth would really take place at 4:45 p.m. But at least it did happen that day.

They wheeled my bed down outside the operating room at 3:30 p.m. My entire body was drenched in sweat; I was so nervous I could hardly think straight. A doctor told Cameron to get his hospital outfit on if he wanted to join me in the operating room.

"Okay, Jillsey," the doctor said, "are you ready to have this baby?"

"I sure am," I managed to say. I gave my husband's hand a squeeze and we locked eyes for a brief second.