After delivering two babies, I am beat. All I want to do is go to sleep. I know my boys are okay, I am ready to go to sleep.
Nico says I can't sleep yet. I still have my little girl to deliver.
How had I forgotten about her? I feel awful. I am already a terrible mother, I forgot about my child.
Suddenly a contraction hits me. It doesn't feel right though. It's more painful than all the other ones. I grip at Nico's shirt and scream. It hurts so badly.
I hear someone running down the hallway, I turn slightly to see two paramedics running towards me.
"How is she doing?" One of them asks
"Well, we have two of the three babies, but the last one doesn't seem to want to come, until now. It's been almost half an hour since she delivered the second one." Nico explained. I have my eyes gl
