Just to give you a bit of background on mine, I don't think we'll ever know if I could have gone into labor. Though he was born premie, my child weighed over eight pounds and was over twenty inches long. There were several reasons for the C-section, though.
Where Dany couldn't be induced and Bronx's was unscheduled, my OB never tried to induce, and I was scheduled.
I had gestational diabetes, and one of the things that this will cause for the carried infant is elongated limbs. What this meant for him was that he ran out of room quicker than he should have. The doc had wanted to do the C-section in September and I told him no, not until he did an amniocentesis test. I insisted on it, because I needed to be sure my baby would be able to breathe once he was born. The first one came back negative, and at that time, he still had enough room inside that the OB judged he'd have another month. I went to the doc weekly for stress tests at minimum - others if he felt they were warranted.
They did ultrasounds about every 10 days. When it finally appeared he was completely out of room, the doc said I needed to go ahead and go across the street to the hospital and get prepped for surgery. I told him he was doing another amnio before he was putting me under the knife. He tried. The needle went in, and came back with blood. My child has a scar on his leg that he was born with because of that, actually. It's a very small nick on his shin, which he finds amusing because it nearly matches the one on my own left leg.
He called over to the hospital and they scheduled me for the next day. (I won't go into the nightmare about the hospital at this point. If you want to get those details when you get closer to writing about your character's delivery, I can share them then. )
At this point, my baby was still breach.
There are moments in your life where terror grasps your heart and time seems to stop. The entire experience that day was one of those moments. But I will tell you that the most beautiful sound I have ever heard in my entire life was the sound of my baby crying that day. Because that meant he could breathe.
LMAO - and I for one don't blame you at all!
Melrick, I hope your mum gets good dinners from you lot every year.