I forgot to mention that during the time my friend left another friend stepped in to help out. We called her and fortunately her schedule had opened up. And my in-laws showed up from out of town as well.
Then about 3pm I was ready to push. That was the hard part because I couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong for about an hour. They ended up using a mirror. It's very freaky to see yourself that way. Twords the end I could feel his head which gave me something to push against. Then the dr pulled him out declaring "come out here blondie boy" I got to hold him. He wasn't wailing like you see in the movies. It was sort of a cry and more like- finally. And he wasn't slimy either. Then I cut his chord. Why me? I don't know. They whisked him away to weigh him and whatnot and I got stitched up. I was shaking real hard from all the adrenolin. They brought him back and I fed him. After a while they tranfered us to the mother/baby unit.
Maybe tomorrow. I'll talk about that part.