Felix was breech for most of the pregnancy, despite our best efforts to get him to flip around. I tried everything from hip wiggles to handstands in the pool, but he proved to be one stubborn little guy. So we ended up having to schedule a c-section. As much as I didn't want to have a c-section, I now look back and am so thankful for how things turned out. The c-section allowed us to stay longer in the hospital and take full advantage of the help from all of the wonderful hospital staff. It also allowed my parents and sister to be present when Felix was born, which was so special. And it guaranteed that I would have my doctor (who was scheduled to go on vacation the day after my due date) and my hospital (which has since been inundated with Hurricane Sandy babies). All that to say that it's amazing to see how things can work for the best, even though things don't go according to our plan.
Going to the hospital, we still had yet to pick a name. We had narrowed down a list to 7 names, but really didn't have a true favorite. However, after he was born Chris and I both agreed on Felix. I've liked the name since I was little - anybody watch Avonlea on the Disney channel?! So I had put Felix on a long list of names at the beginning, thinking Chris would immediately veto it. Much to my surprise, it ended up being the one! His middle name, Martin, is after my Dad. I can already see some resemblance when he smiles.
Here are a few pictures of those first few days in the hospital. Yes, we took the subway to the hospital :)