Time was moving excruciatingly slow. I tried my best to keep calm. Nona was trying to reach anyone to get them over here to help. As much as I appreciated Quinton rubbing my back and Aster holding my hand during each contraction. It didn’t replace the fact that Sterling wasn’t here.
I had to accept the fact that I may have to deliver our son without him. But I wasn’t alone. Although they were freaking out more than me, they were still here, trying to make it easier on me.
Over an hour of being here and the contractions went from 20 minutes apart to 10 minutes. Using the breathing techniques I learned from a birthing class Sterling and I went to awhile ago.
“Quinton, something feels wrong,” I groaned.
“Can you describe it? I’ll call Nona”
She answers quickly. When I told her about t
