We were living across the country from all our family when DD was born, although my sister had flown out to be there. At the time she bought her plane ticket, we thought she'd be arriving about 2 weeks after DD's birth. DD had other thoughts on that matter, and at 3 weeks post-date I was induced, so DH and I were at the hospital at 6am for a 7am induction. My sister came up around 11am and we spent most of the day hanging out. I had an epidural around 6pm, and my sis and DH went out for supper around 7pm. Around 10pm, my sister went back to our place and it was just DH and me. Around 11pm they decided to try a trial of pushing and there was a medical student helping in the room in addition to DH and the nurses. That went nowhere, so they dialed down the pitocin so I could rest for a few hours. I started pushing about 4am... just me, DH, and whatever nurses/doctors floated through. After 4 hours of pushing, we headed for the OR. They were going to try one extraction, and if DD didn't deliver, I'd be having a c-section. Boy, was that OR full of people, including 3 obstetricians, a full NICU team, 2 anesthesiologists, and a bunch of nurses! Everyone was prepped for surgery, but they managed to deliver DD! YAY!! Right after she was born, DH said he was going to step out for a minute and headed for the door. It was then that I remembered that DH passes out over all things medical, especially if needles are involved, and I yelled for a nurse. She went out to check on him to make sure he hadn't passed out, but he was just sitting on a chair in the hallway, in tears and overwhelmed. HE got some graham crackers and juice... I got an episiotomy repair. Oh well, I was numb from the armpits down, so it didn't really matter. My sister came up around 11am to meet her new niece! We went home the next day, and my sis went home as soon as we were settled. She'd been in SF for 8 days and had to get back home, so we were on our own after that.