Two hours after that, the doctor arrived. Rosalind had moved to a chair in the lady’s chamber, her hand on her belly, feeling the contractions. Apart from a sore, bruised feeling in my abdomen, which makes perfect sense, I have no pain. Interesting.
“Buenos días, Señora,” he said.
She regarded him with a smile. “Buenos días, Doctor. How are you today?”
“I am well, and you?”
“I feel very good so far. I thought this would be much harder. If this is what labor is for me, I’m blessed.”
The grim look on his face turned her excitement to nerves. “Ah, well. I’m afraid I have to tell you something, and you’re not going to like it.”
“What’s that?” Cold dread tightened down her shoulders and made her lips tingle. She struggled for calm.
“Remember when I examined you a few months ago?”
“Yes.
