<This comes with a warning that I'm not known for being economical with my words but will re-read and cut down as much as poss!> EDD of 10th May and I had persuaded myself that DC1 was going to be late (to try and prevent too much frustration setting in!) On Tues 5th May had routine MW appointment. I was a bit concerned as to how the baby was lying as I'd been getting stretching pains in my groin and pelvis. NatalieJane (star she is!) suggested LO could be lying breech so - although the baby had been in the same position for the last 2-3 months and a consultant and MW had both said the head was engaged - I asked the MW to double check the position. She said she wasn't convinced and so booked me for a presentation scan on Thurs 7th. Went for scan which I found really nerve racking anyway as having had 2 mmc last year, I don't have many positive experiences of scans... They kept us waiting half an hour and then told us that LO was not just breech but oblique breech and footling. ie lying with head into my right side, back diagonally across and feet down into my pelvis where the head would normally have been! They referred us directly to the ante natal day unit. Within half an hour of being in the day unit, they decided to admit me With the position he was in and the fact that I was only 3 days off my due date, they were concerned that if my waters broke, it could result in a cord prolapse resulting in either the cord pulling part of the baby through or the cord snapping or - if the cord was around the baby's neck - the cord strangling LO. That was also why they decided not to risk turning the baby. I was told a CS was most likely but would need to wait to see the registrar and get it approved by the consultant. At this point I felt really frustrated. I had really been building up to going into labour and had tried to do all the appropriate prep - antenatal pilates, NCT classes, Ina May book, Hypnobirthing book and CD, gym ball, etc... I felt that my labour was being taken away from me and all the comments saying "Lucky you - no labour!" or something similar, really didn't help! Having said that, DH was great and during the afternoon, I became reconciled to the fact that it was out of my hands and a CS was the only option for us. The next frustration though was that no doctor came to see me on Thurs so I was kept in with no definite plan in hope that a doctor would come round on the Friday morning. Eventually on Friday morning at abour 11am, a locum registrar came round and spent less than 5 minutes to look at me and say "Oblique breech means you're not going anywhere and have to stay in, you'll have to have a CS and we don't do elective CS over the weekend so it'll be Monday at the earliest." GREAT!! Luckily enough, within 10-15 mins, one of the MWs came round and agreed to book me in for the CS via the labour ward the following day on the Saturday! YAY!! We were told it wouldn't be before 9am so I told DH to be at the hospital for then but to bring a book as it may be hours to wait dependant on emergencies coming in. Sure enough he got there for 9am and then at 9.30am we got called to theatre! DH went into a slight panic and said it was too soon and he hadn't had chance to read his book! He got into his scrubs and we went off to theatre though and we met the 3 MWs and anaesthetist. They got me to do the lean over the pillow routine for the spinal block and asked me to stay as still as possible. ^I^ managed to stay still but LO inside was wriggling away like anything! Quickly swung my legs up on to the trolley and then very soon started to feel my feet tingling and going numb. We hadn't found out the sex and everyone gave a guess. Turned out that everyone thought a girl except DH. I did warn them all that if he was right he'd be a nightmare... I'd been told a CS feels like someone doing the washing up and that's quite a good description! I had no idea how far through they were though when I suddenly heard someone say " there's your baby!" Unfortunately they forgot to lower the screen between me and my belly so I couldn't see but what I could see was DH's face, tears in his eyes, saying "I have a son!" Then I heard DS cry and felt a huge wave of relief and tears of joy. DH went and watched him being weighed and cleaned up whilst I was sorted and cleaned up. Our lovely DS was born at 10.17am and weighed 8lb 9oz. We had a name ready as DH wanted to name a boy after his grandfather and his middle name after one of my grandfathers, so we welcomed Owen Edward Davis We had the ^best^ MW in theatre. She was concerned that Owen was grunting from mucous in his airway so called the paediatrician. By the time he arrived though, we were just being wheeled into a room where we could spend an hour getting to know our new DS. The paed suggested taking DS to SCBU but the MW insisted we went to the room first and then reviewed and then before he had chance to suggest SCBU again, she set us up skin to skin and DS latched on immediately for his first feed Paed was still talking about SCBU but MW told him in no uncertain terms that he wasn't needed now as DS was feeding, getting warm on me and had stopped grunting. An hour later DS was still latched on and so we left him like that as we got wheeled onto the ward! Within a couple of hours, I could start to move my legs again and recovery has been remarkably good. V frustrating that you can't just turn round in bed and pick up your crying baby for the first few nights and I really did feel as if I had ^no^ stomach to begin with. Managed to leave hospital just over 48 hrs later on the evening of Monday 11th 10 days later and we are starting to settle down to life with our wonderful baby boy and so I have ^finally^ got round to posting! I have to say that if it hadn't been for MN, which I discovered after my first mmc, I'm sure going through our ttc and pg journey would have been much more trying so thank you to all of you that have helped/supported along the way.