Trixie's birth mother's point of view
A couple hours had went by, My contractions were only minutes apart and the midwife was getting me ready to push. This was so painful. Everything hurt. I kept crying. The only person I wanted I wouldn't ever see again. He would never get to lay eyes on our daughter. My heart was breaking and my body was too. "I can't do this. . ." I cried to the midwife and Alice. "Yes you can." the midwife would say. Alice looked at me, "You are doing it for her." She nodded and wiped my tears and my forehead with a damp cloth. "One more time, one more big push and she is here. You got this. Take a deep breath and . . . Push. . . keep pushing. . ." The midwife coached me through the push and I pushed with everything I had and grinded my teeth and squeezed the bed. I
