Storm
By the time we reached the hospital, Doctor Shailer was already waiting for us.
The moment Doyle carried me through the doors, she hurried over.
“Come on, Luna. Let’s get you into a delivery room.”
Everything after that happened in a blur.
One moment I was being helped into a hospital gown, and the next I was lying on the delivery bed with Doyle beside me, his hand firmly clasped in mine.
More than two hours had passed since we’d arrived.
My contractions had grown stronger, each one rolling through my body with a force that left me struggling to catch my breath.
I’d chosen to have my labour without medication.
I wanted to experience the birth of our baby without anything clouding the moment, and I didn’t want to take medication unless it was medically necessary.
That didn’t
