After all I'd gone through, first to actually GET pregnant (took 10 years), then having placenta previa, then having preterm labor, the gods decided that they weren't done with me yet...
Since the chemical induction didn't take (Dr. said I was like an overblown balloon-no muscle left to contract), he broke my water the second day and labor started almost immediately, however...
Since I'd been in bed most of the time, I never went to any labor classes and had no idea how to react or anything. I became a groaning screaming shell of my former self. Insisting on an epidural, the nurse replied, "Not yet. You have to be 7 centimeters and your labor just started", looked and...whoops! time for the needle!
Soon after the shot, it was time to put the monitor on the first baby's fontel (sp?)(the soft spot on their head). An intern came in, went to reach for what was assumed to be my daughter and declared to the nurse, "Get the portable ultrasound, I'm not getting a pulse." OK, you don't say that out loud. I got really scared.
He kept his hand up there while they brought in the machine, looked for his hand and lo and behold, he wasn't getting a pulse because it wasn't Catherine's head he was holding, it was Daniel's scrotum.
Seems Catherine had a change of heart and turned head back up, causing daniel to be the unwitting first born. My doctor, who by now had gone through just about all he ever saw with just one patient, came in laughing pretty hard. "Twins, full term, happens. Twins, full term, induced, very rare. Twins, full term, induced and one flips back up in the last week and now you need a C-section, never saw this." A man with 40 years in the field...
To end the story, I brought them home 6 days later in a raging ice storm.