I was lying on the couch reading one Saturday night after everyone had gone to bed. I started having contractions but I didn't wake Dean because I was afraid it was false labor and he had to preach the next morning. I waited until I was pretty sure it was real and then I woke him. We grabbed our bag and got Allie out of bed. We drove to my brother's house and Dean took Allie in while I sat in the car and tried to breathe. We drove about twenty miles to the Clarion hospital while I put my feet against the dash and tried not to push. By the time we got to the hospital I was in pretty intense labor. They took us straight to labor and delivery. When my doctors arrived they discovered that Emma had turned and was breech. They tried to turn her manually but it didn't work. The decision was made to do a C-section. It all happened very quickly. Before I knew it, Emma was delivered and as soon as I heard her cry I knew there was something wrong. Her cry sounded like a kitten. They wisked her away to check her out and I just kept asking Dean, "What's going on? What's wrong with Emma?". It was very scary. They showed her to me very qickly and then took her up to the nursery. Dean went with her while I was in recovery. It seemed like a long time before they took me to a room. It was morning by now so Dean called a friend from the church to let him know Emma had been born. We called our families. That day, several things happened that made us wonder what was going on. Emma's circulation was poor so they put her on oxygen to help her breathe. She would not suck a bottle so they had to feed her through a tube in her nose. I insisted that Dean not tell anyone what was going on. That night, Dean went and picked Allie up and took her home to get some sleep. While he was gone I overheard two nurses in the hallway talking about "the Olson baby". They said that she might have Down Syndrome. I was devastated. The next morning the doctor came in and told us that Emma had several symptoms and physical features that concerned her and she felt that Emma should go to Pittsburgh Children's Hospital to be checked out. An ambulance was on its way to get her. We had our friends bring Allie in so she could see her little sister. I was afraid she may never meet her. The doctor said I should stay in Clarion for a few days to recover but I insisted on going. He gave Dean a staple remover and told him to take them out in a week. It was a long trip to Pittsburgh. I felt every bump in the road but all I could think of was my baby in an ambulance with no one to hold her.