On Monday March 24, around 8pm I started having contractions. My IP's called just to see how I was doing and how our Easter weekend had gone and I told them about the contraction and said I'd let them know if anything exciting happened. After a couple hours of contractions my best friend and I started keeping track of them cause they were a little uncomfortable. In the first hour of timing them while laying down I had around 11 of them and they were about 6 minutes apart. After the first hour we decided that it would be best if I started walking around to see if they changed any if I did. Well they got closer like 3 minutes apart and they started hurting more so I got off the phone and decided to spend some time on all fours because my lower back was feeling achy and I was really tired. Well the contractions slowed down a bit and never got more painful so I was able to get a little bit of sleep between contractions and all of the moving around that baby was doing.The next morning, Tuesday March 25, I gave my OB's office a call and let them know that I had been having contractions since last night and that I had lost my mucous plug over the weekend. The nurse put me in hold for a minute so she could talk to my OB who said for me to come in the office and she'd take a look and see how things were going. So I pack my hospital bag and take a quick shower (while having contractions) and then Don, Krystal, and I head to the OB's office. On the way there I am having contractions 5 minutes apart and some of them are a little painful. So they call me back and first check the belly and my OB said it feels like he's breech again. I also gave my IM a call on my cell and have her on speaker phone so she could hear everything. So she does an ultrasound and sure enough he's head up again. She also did some measurements and said he looks like he's 8 pounds even. Then she checks my cervix and gets a look of shock on her face, we are 5 cms, 100% effaced, and have a bulging bag of water! she then tells my IM I hope your packed 'cause were having a baby today. So she says that we need to get to the hospital and that she'll give me time to see if baby is going to turn again because he's been quite the wiggle worm so we get to the hospital and I get my IV and then spend a few hours on all fours in hopes of turning this baby boy but in case he doesn't they also start prepping everything for a c section. During this time Krystal and Don hang out with me and then my SIL arrives at the hospital and takes Krystal. My IP's and their 7 year old son get there and then a little while later the OB get there and we do another ultrasound (third one of the day) and check the cervix again and baby is still breech and I am now 61/2 cm so we all start talking about our options for the delivery. My OB and IP's know that I'm against a c section so we spend about 25 minutes talking about trying to manually turn the baby and the risk that are involved and what would happen if he did turn and if he didn't. Only real risk being a placental abruption which would mean putting me out instantly and getting baby out right then and there and as my OB put it a version usually hurts like hell. So considering this risk my IP's , OB, Don and I all decide that it would be best if we attempt to turn the baby in the OR just in case. So they take me back and just seeing everything all laid out puts me in mild panic, but after my OB talking to me and taking some deep breaths with me I calm down. So then we start the version. They grease up the belly in mineral oil and then my OB and the nurse try and get him to turn 3 times and it does hurt a bit but I'm good considering that I know if he doesn't that I'm in for a c section. The other nurses in the OR comment on how well I'm tolerating them trying to turn him, and the OB says Chavonia's really tough and also really doesn't want a c section. After 3 tries baby boy only went from being head up to being sideways so my OB gives me a huge hug greasy belly and all and says I'm so sorry but were going to have to do the c section. It made us both feel better to know that we tried to get him to turn. So my OB goes to tell Don and my IP's that we couldn't get him to turn and then Don and my IM get all scrubbed up and suited up for the c section. During this time I get my spinal and that thing was awful! It hurt so bad that I'm crying and my super sweet OB is holding my hand and telling me that it's ok and that both baby and I are going to be ok.but they finally finished and then laid me down and I started feeling really nauseous and the nurse tells the anesthesiologist that I'm looking green so he puts some zofran in my IV and after about 2 minutes I'm good. Then they bring Don and my IM in and at that time I start feeling really calm and kinda sleepy. Then a couple of minutes later they start the surgery and I feel all kinds of moving and pulling sensations and then they pull little guy out and he starts crying and then my IM and I start crying and they wrap him up real quick and I get a look at him and he is just adorable and perfect, then they take him away again and weigh him and he is 8 pounds 1 ounce and 19 inches long at 36 weeks! Then they take him out of the OR and IM goes with and they finish sewing me up while Don and I talk and then give me some more meds and then wheel me into the recovery room. After an hour in there they take me to my room and then my IP's come in and tell me how perfect he is and thank you even though it seems so stupid because of how huge of a gift I just gave them was. I just smile and says congrats. The next few days in the hospital are filled with lots of pain but with some good times spent with my IP's and baby Owen. On Thursday night my IP's and Owen go to the hotel and then head back home the next morning. Friday afternoon I'm discharged as well. So for the last few days I've been at home trying to recover and was thankfully given some nice pain medication that has been a god send considering that my c section site had been very painful, the spinal has left me with a bruise the size of a baseball on my back which really hurts, and with migraines that at their worst feel like my head is going to explode and at the best like a minor headache, I also have a huge bruise that take up nearly half of my forearm where my IV was at. I hope and pray that I'll never have to have another c section again. Considering that Owen came into the world by c section my OB who does VBAC's is willing to let me have a vaginal delivery as long as I wait a year before getting pregnant again. So it looks like my plans for another surrogacy in the summer or fall have been done away with but Don and I have decided that we are going to try for another one of our own once my OB give me the ok. As far as my IP's go I have talked to them 3 times since I've been home and they are all doing well. I sent off my first batch of boobie milk to them today which they are quite excited about because Owen had mainly boobie milk/ colostrum while he was in the hospital and seemed to do really well with it but since he's been on formula for the last few days he's been a little stopped up so the pediatrician thinks he'll do better once he's mainly on breast milk again.