Felicia
I barely had time to catch my breath.
The joy of holding my three boys was still warm in my chest when another powerful contraction ripped through me. My body screamed in protest. I was so exhausted I could hardly lift my head, but the labor wasn’t over.
“Three more to go,” Clara said, her voice steady but urgent. “You’re doing amazingly, Felicia, but we need to keep going.”
I nodded weakly, tears still on my face. Avery wiped my forehead again with a cool cloth and squeezed my hand.
“I’m right here,” he said softly. “You’re almost done. Just a little more strength.”
The pain came back harder than before. My body felt completely spent, but the girls were coming. I could feel it.
“Push!” Clara called. “This one’s ready.”
I gathered every bit of strength I had left and pushed
