My ex- and I ran to the hospital about 8 weeks early, because something didn't feel right.
When the nurse checked her, she was at 3cm... 20 minutes later, when the doctor checked her, she was at 7cm.
My daughter was coming breach, so he ordered a c-section.
No one at the hospital, particularly the labor and delivery crew, had ever seen a baby with ichthyosis... the doctor had the nerve to 'warn us' that our baby was probably mentally retarded. I assured my wife that our daughter was brilliant. Sure enough, Megan really is brilliant... very brilliant.
All in all... nothing is going to prepare you for what is in store. I was a Marine and saw a lot of really messed up things. There were a dozen or so times, I have had a gun pointed directly at my head, just a couple feet away, or been shot at. Oddly that didn't have much of an affect on me... but when I saw my precious little girl in the NICU, getting a shot in her leg, screaming(though no sound came out, as she had the tube in her throat), I almost collapsed. I had to walk away, because I came very close to decking the individual administering the shot.
Then as the skin broke, I have never felt so helpless.
I can't speak from the motherly perspective, but from what I do understand, the delivery isn't the difficult part. Let the doctor do his/her thing, in that dept. And get ready to love beyond anything you have ever understood. My daughter is four and a half... and even though she knows that when I pretend to jump up to the moon, to get her some cheese, she knows I got it from the refridgerator, but she still likes watching me jump up... people say my little girl looks at me like I hang the moon... they have it backwards... she hangs the moon, and I couldn't be more grateful.