I sat on the wheelchair and was wheeled to the labour suite.
By the time we got there, I was feeling the urge to push.
Immediately, they helped me change into the hospital gown and led me inside.
While inside, the midwives prepared everything that was to be used for the operation.
“Get ready to push,” one midwife said, I was beyond ready.
“Where is the father of this baby?” The nurse asked, I shook my head while in pain.
“We can not perform any thing on you without the baby’s father’s consent, we are a Catholic Church that believes in togetherness,” the midwife hesitated.
The pain was overwhelmingly strong, I called Shatra, maybe he could handle them.
The look on her face was filled with confusion .
“What’s going on here?” She wondered.
“They need the baby’s father to c
