My gynae had warned me ahead that I may need an emergency cesarean if the baby showed signs of distress, which unfortunately ended up happening. But everything happened so fast; one minute, I was in labour at home with contractions, the next, I was being prepped for surgery. It was scary but also a relief to know that medical help was readily available should the need arise. My son's heart rate dropped suddenly, and they wanted to ensure his safety. The OR was bustling with activity, and I felt so many hands on me as the team quickly set up for the operation. But despite the chaos, the actual cesarean itself was surprisingly calm; the doctors and nurses were efficient yet gentle, constantly explaining what was happening and soothing my nerves. My son was born crying lustily, which to this day, still sounds like the sweetest music to me! And within an hour of his birth, I was in recovery, holding him close skin-to-skin. It was remarkable how fast the medical team worked, and I'm so grateful for their skill and care. I certainly had a front-row seat to an extraordinary birth story, which ended with the best souvenir ever - my little sunshine!