They decided to do a C section on my last-born when the baby's heart monitor (taped to the top of his head as soon as it showed through the dilated cervix) showed that he couldn't take one more push. They announed a code and nurses came out of the woodwork. They wheeled the gurney to the operating room at a full run. The lady OBGYN shouted over her shoulder "you wanna watch?" So I followed. She did a bikini cut through skin and fat layer, another through the ab muscles, and one more swipe to cut halfway around the neck of the uterus. Zip-zop, that quick. They yanked the kid out through the hole and a team of nurses went to work on him. Then they yanked the uterus completely out through the gash, hinging on the vaginal tube. They laid the uterus on mom's belly and went to work stuffing rags into the uterus and squeezing out excess blood to get the uterus to shrink back to a reasonable size, and make sure there was no placenta left in there to rot. Then they sewed up the gash in the uterus, then the ab muscles, then the skin. It was amazing how quick they worked, I didn't even have time to get dizzy. The kid was out in under a minute, and 10 minutes to put things back together. The kid is 31 now. He retired from a tech job on Wall Street at 30 to teach Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, but recently went back to work coding for a friend's software start-up company. I didn't notice any smell though.