Some peoples day in the office

I've been off the air for a while stressing about Uni and assignment writing. The stress hasn't changed, but I need a distraction (as if I can't manage that without resorting to the blog).
I've been told that after my earlier post about dying I should do one about birth. So...

I had a two week placement in the operating theatres of one of the big hospitals. I was really looking forward to this. I love seeing what goes on inside the body and I've found the gory bits don't faze me at all.
During the first week, when I was still just observing and doing a bit of basic scouting (retrieving items from the store for use in the procedure, "I need a .4 tapered vycral", "Sure... what's that?"), I got to see the birth by caesarian section of twins. After cutting through the epidermis, fat layer, muscles, the peritoneum, the uterus and finally the placental sac, the surgeon reached in and pulled out a baby girl, who started crying as soon as her head appeared, and then she reached in again and came out with a baby boy. Amazing.
Mum was stitched up (a set of stitches for each layer) and the midwives poked and prodded the placenta "that looks nice and healthy" and Dad, who was in there the whole time, stood around with a goofy smile cradling a baby in each arm.
If I was a woman would I get a caesarian by choice? NO WAY!