I became pregnant again in the spring of 2010. I knew I was due around the New Year so I called our insurance company to ask about their policy regarding a hospital stay over two different years, just in case. We were struggling financially and couldn't afford to pay two deductibles if I happened to be in the hospital over the New Year. They assured me that I would only be paying one deductible as long as the baby was born in the same year since my prenatal care would be factored into that year's deductible. My husband and I were also set on having a VBAC for this birth and my doctor agreed that I was a candidate for one. My pregnancy flew by, and I found out at 36 weeks that my second son was breech! My doctor gave me the option of having an external version done and at 37 weeks my baby boy was successfully (and quite painfully!) manually turned in my belly. The end of the year was drawing close, and there was no sign of baby. My doctor was uncomfortable inducing a VBAC patient so we set a scheduled c-section date for the last possible day. That day came, and the baby did not, so a c-section it was. I was so upset the entire way to the hospital that morning. Again, as they prepped me for surgery, I got an overwhelming feeling of anxiety. I'm not really an anxious person, but I remember looking at my husband and telling him that I needed to leave. I couldn't do that today. I couldn't have a baby, I needed to leave the hospital. Thankfully the nurses let me get up and walk around to work out some of that angst. Later, I discovered that one of the anti-nausea medications they give you when prepping you for surgery, can cause anxiety or panic. My second son was born at 8:02 a.m. at 39 weeks and 1 day. He weighed 8lbs 12oz. He introduced me to the exponential way a mother's heart can grow when she hears the first cry of her second child.