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I was laying on a bed, arms tied down, shaking, and anxiously awaiting my husband’s hand in mine. Little did I know he wouldn’t be allowed into the operating room. How did this happen? I read all of the books. I ate healthy, minus a few french fries here and there. I walked every day, and my legs had never looked so good thanks to all of the prenatal squats.  But, nevertheless, there I was, alone and waiting on my dreaded C-section. I had pushed like […]